“They took the pictures of me,” Emma whispered.

“You did such a great job,” I said.

Deep in my coat pocket, my cell phone started vibrating.

It buzzed three times, stopped, then began vibrating nonstop.

The sound was muffled, but I could feel the steady shaking.

I didn’t let go of Emma.

The phone kept buzzing against my hip, digging into the fabric of my coat.

One of the nurses glanced down at my pocket.