I have spent twenty-six years walking into plants where somebody has told me a line stopped for one reason and it stopped for a different reason, and the only thing I actually know how to do in this life is not respond to the first account.

So I said nothing, and I held my daughter’s head off the tile, and I started counting.

Part Three: Three Stories in Forty Minutes

By the time the ambulance left the house my wife had given three accounts of the same event and I had not asked her for any of them.

At about six twelve, to me, on the floor: Daniela got dizzy and fell.

At about six twenty-six, to the paramedic — a young man with a shaved head whose name I never got and who did one thing that afternoon that I will come back to in Part Four — she said: “I was in the kitchen.