The signature card from three years ago.

I had never signed any such card.

By three forty, I was back at Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital, in Room 402.

Elsie was sitting up in bed holding a plastic cup of water in both hands.

Dr.

Henderson stood at the foot of the bed with a clipboard and his silver pen.

“She’s getting better,” he said.

“But I have to finish the child protective services intake form.”