They placed me on a stretcher, covered me, and rolled me toward the ambulance.

I saw a slice of blue sky beyond the maple tree and the roof of the house I had once been excited to move into.

Garrett was standing near the driveway with his hands secured behind him.

He was no longer talking.

“The phone,” I told Ellis.

She leaned close.

“Where is it?”

I showed her the place near my shoulder.