She had moved toward the edge of the road, raising her arms as headlights appeared over the rise.

I heard the approaching truck’s engine and brakes.

The driver slowed, then brought the parcel delivery truck onto the shoulder far enough to stop clear of us.

Its hazard lights flashed amber against the wet road.

David reached me before the window came down.

“We can still go to the clinic.

Tell him this is a medical transfer.”

I moved away from his hand.