She hung up on me again.

I left the full cup of coffee sitting on the table and walked out of the cafeteria.

At one o’clock I pushed open the heavy wooden door to the pediatric room.

The blinds were shut tight, leaving the room in cool shadow.

The only sounds were the steady hum of the oxygen line in the corner and the squeak of my rubber soles on the linoleum.

Emma was awake now.