“I need to know precisely what you saw when you walked into that room,” she said.

My phone started buzzing hard in my back pocket.

“I have to take this,” I said.

Denise glanced at the silver watch on her left wrist.

“I’ll go talk to the resident about the X-rays,” Denise said.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

She got up, took her clipboard and left the room.

I took out the phone and saw my father’s name on the screen.