We’re getting somebody here.”

I did not know whether they were all right.

I knew help was coming, and I knew they were out of the box.

Those were the promises I could keep.

The first ambulance appeared at the far end of the road.

I stood where the driver could see me and raised one arm.

A woman in a navy paramedic uniform came toward the cruiser carrying a medical bag.

“Elena Ruiz,” she said.