Chapter 1912 Gilbert: I Won't Be Late Again 1

• Lilly clutched her phone tightly. The call had connected, but there was no sound on the other end. She remembered the first time she dialed this number from the police station; it had been disconnected. Now, though the number wasn't disconnected, the silence on the other end made her nervous, for this subtle change brought an overwhelming sense of uncertainty.
• The hail still pounded relentlessly outside, and as Lilly thought about everything that had happened—the possibility of never returning, never seeing her grandparents, uncles, parents, or master again—she forced herself to stay strong. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Excuse me, are you my uncle, Gilbert Crawford? My mom is Jean Crawford, and… I'm Lilly…"
• She had finished speaking, but the other end remained silent. Tears began to blur her vision, but she pressed on, saying, "I'm in Briarcliff… on the Bayshore Highway, about six miles from the Brookstone toll station… Our car crashed and rolled down a hill. The rescue team said they're stuck in traffic and haven't arrived yet… Uncle Gilbert, can you come and get me? Uncle Gilbert…"