Nora's POV
"Kevin?" My voice carries across the twilight air as I stare up at the darkening clouds. "Can you hear me? Dad?" The words feel hollow against the evening breeze. "I'm in quite the situation here. Again, I realize that's becoming a pattern. But I could really use some guidance right about now."
I pause, listening for any sign, any whisper of response. Nothing but the rustle of leaves and distant traffic sounds reach my ears.
"And what about you, Hugo? I suppose you've gone radio silent too, haven't you?"
