The officer’s call pulled me from the chair, the fragmented plastic falling to the ground with a soft clatter. I glanced at Emily, lying so still among the tubes and wires, then back at the officer. My heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of the rain outside.
“Why?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, thick with grief and anger.
“There’s been an incident,” was all he offered. His jaw was set, eyes not meeting mine, but there was something in his tone, a gravity that compelled me to follow him, leaving Emily behind.
