He looked at me.

“Do you need Mama?”

For a five-year-old, he had a way of stating things that made my explanations sound thin.

“For now, put the phone down.”

His thumb moved across the contacts.

He knew the name he was looking for; this was not a child solving an adult emergency with a complicated device.

It was a familiar call his mother had shown him how to make.

“I know her name.”