She put the phone in the pocket of Emily’s coat.

Then she got Emily into her car and drove her nine miles to St. Mary’s and helped her as far as the ambulance bay doors, and when the doors opened and a triage tech came out, Claire Ashford turned around and walked back to her car and drove away.

“I should have stayed,” she said.

“Yes,” I said.

“I know exactly how it looks that I didn’t.”

“Then why?”