Just then, a faint glow from my phone screen, which Ethan had thrown to the ground, caught my attention. The screen was shattered, but it still worked. I crawled over and picked it up. My numb fingers could barely swipe across the screen. I went to my contacts and searched for the one number saved as LAST RESORT. It was the number my grandfather had forced me to memorize before I left home, with the warning, “Call only when you truly have nowhere else to go.”