“Keep that hand out of your pocket,” he said.

“The detective might want a picture.”

They let me in sometime after midnight.

The room had one lamp lit above the sink and every other light off.

Chloe lay on her side with a hospital blanket drawn up to her chin.

I drew the chair up close and rested my hand on the edge of the mattress.

She opened her eyes a crack, then wider.

“Grandma, is that you?”