this.”
I hugged Greta so hard her glasses slid sideways.
I trusted him more than almost anyone alive.
She held on a beat longer than usual. I noticed. I did. But the clock was screaming at me, so I kissed her head and ran.
***
About an hour later, my phone buzzed between a blood draw and a med check.
Greta’s checked in. She’s excited. Everything’s good.
I smiled right there in the hallway. Exhaled for what felt like the first time all morning.
Then I threw myself into the shift, because that’s what you do when you finally believe everything’s fine.
Greta’s checked in. She’s excited. Everything’s good.
Around noon, my phone rang with a number I didn’t know.
“Hi, this is Karen from Greta’s summer camp. She’s safe, but I need you to come in as soon as you can.”
“What happened?”
A pause. I hate pauses. In my
