I called my sister at 1:14 in the afternoon from a corridor.

She answered on the fourth ring and there was noise behind her, and I said, “Perla, I’m at Children’s with Esme, her leg is broken.”

And my sister said: “What?”

And then, before I said anything else, she said: “Was she okay when I left her?”

I have typed that out more times than the eleven words in the doorway.

It was the second sentence out of her mouth.