“I want it to stand up.”

Richard rubbed the scar on his thumb and looked at the small square on the map.

“She’ll do it.”

Sarah had moved Emily into a room whose window looked out on the back fence, where there was nothing to see but a row of bare flagpoles.

Emily had a paper cup of ice chips and a hospital gown with sleeves that fell past her knuckles.

She kept tugging at the left one.