I left the lines for my parents completely blank.

The second page asked for a detailed description of what had happened.

There were four blank lines for the answer.

A small note at the bottom said the information would be used for insurance coding.

I ran my thumb along the edge of the clipboard.

I stared at the empty space.

I saw the black cast iron skillet lying on the floor next to Emma.

I saw Vanessa standing over her in the kitchen with her arms crossed tight.