I pressed the pacifier gently between June’s lips.

She took it with a long, shaky sigh, her tiny body relaxing against my chest as her eyes fluttered shut.

The automatic ER doors slid open with a sharp mechanical hiss as headlights swept across the waiting room floor.

Sylvia walked in before the glass panels had even finished opening, her dark coat buttoned to her throat and her heavy leather handbag tucked tightly under her arm.

She didn’t stop at the triage desk.