I Don't Know, I'm a Redhead, Isn't He?

I suddenly am filled with the horrible realization that my mam feels it too. Someone or something is in the back seat of our car. We continue driving, but both of us have tears in our eyes and can't quoa, quote, see. After what seems like forever, we pull into the driveway and into the garage. My mam turnd the car off, and i finally breathed and was about to make a mad dash inside. However, something stopped me. I looked down at my phone and noticed it started randomly recording by itself. It somehow turned itself on, went on a tax message and was recording when i finally noticed it, though, it stopped and sent to someone