His voice traveled a careful arc: calm to stunned, stunned to grief-stricken, grief-stricken to devastated. Then he hung up.
Zoe paced in frantic circles. "What happened? What is it? Don't you scare me like that!"
Silas's expression smoothed back to perfect calm.
"Relax."
"The hospital couldn't reach the registered owner of the car, so they found my number listed as the emergency contact. The owner's phone is probably under James's name. He's taking that Nicole girl to some clinic out of town for a prenatal checkup today, so he probably didn't pick up. That's why they called me instead."
He waved a dismissive hand. "That whole performance just now? Acting. I can't exactly let them think I heard my daughter-in-law and granddaughter were in a wreck and didn't bat an eye."
Zoe let out a small breath of relief. "So what did the hospital say? Are they both dead?"
Silas shook his head. A flicker of disappointment crossed his face.
"No."