“Mommy keeps it in her purse.

Always.”

Her purse wasn’t anywhere in that house.

I wrapped Elsie in the quilt from the bed and carried her out, with Micah gripping the back of my shirt the whole way to the car.

The emergency room doors at Vanderbilt slid open before I reached them.

A man in blue scrubs pointed to a bed, and I laid her down.

Dr.