We meet Kaleigh...

"Kaleigh?"
"Connie! ...are you alright?"
"No, I don't know what to do... Rance called me and he sounded scared and hurt, and then I heard tires squealing, and..!"
"Connie, calm down! You're hyperventillating. Have you called the police yet?"
"No, I wasn't thinking about it. I've just been driving for the past 40 minutes, and can't find anything that looks anything like a car crash. I'm worried... I don't even know where he was, or what was going on, or..."
"Breathe, Connie."
"Ok". Connie took a few deep breaths. "Sorry, Kaleigh. But you know how it is. Do you remember when your husband forgot to pick up Sammie from kindergarten, and you didn't find out until 5?"
"And I went to the school and there was nobody there?! And I had no idea where she was, and I called all of the mothers I could think of, and finally Amye called and asked when I wanted Sammie to come home for dinner. I was so scared..."
No kidding, thought Connie. Sammie was nearly 8 now, and Kaleigh hadn't let anyone else pick her up from school in the past 3 years. "Yeah," she said out loud. "So you understand where I'm at."
"Yes, but freaking out won't help you think straight. How about you come over, and we'll call 9-1-1."