I’m on the porch waiting when Patrick pulls up ten minutes later, with Janna in the front seat.
“Drive south,” I whisper. “State park.”
“Matt, I’m coming, okay? Wait for me.”
“Why aren’t you here already? I miss you.”
“I’ll be right there. Don’t move.” I cover the mouthpiece. “He says he’s going to kill himself.”
Janna gasps.
“Did you call 911?” Patrick whispers.
I shake my head, pointing at the ongoing call. I’m literally trying to talk Matt off a ledge here. I can’t disconnect.
“Jesus, Kermit!” Janna bursts into tears and whips out her cell phone.