Emily, I’m Sarah.

I’m going to take a look at your neck now.

Keep your head still.”

Richard stepped back.

His boots found the white stripe of the crosswalk and he stopped there, watching Sarah’s hands work, watching her lips shape words he couldn’t make out.

One corpsman slid Emily onto the stretcher.

The other wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her arm.

“Was she pushed, or thrown?” Sarah asked, still without looking at him.