Your daughter has a bruise on her neck the shape of a thumb.

She has at least two cracked ribs.

And she flinched when I went for her left forearm before I’d even pressed on it.”

Richard looked at Emily.

She was staring up at the ceiling tiles with her jaw clenched.

“The scan is necessary,” Sarah said.

“You can wait out there.”

The waiting room had six chairs, a water cooler, and a TV mounted in the corner with the volume off.