Beatrice didn’t answer.

She kept her eyes on the empty pavement where the yellow cab had been.

The IV pump clicked every eight seconds.

I counted the clicks at first because it gave my hands something to do besides sit still.

Lily’s fingers curled around my thumb, small and warm, the pink fleece blanket tucked under her chin.

Her cheeks had gone from that boiled red back to a soft peach.

Dr.