My phone vibrated in my coat pocket at 11:42 a.m. that day, right in the middle of attending to a patient in room seven. I almost let it go. I had three more patients, and my break wasn’t until two.
But something made me excuse myself, step into the hallway, and check the screen.
It was an unknown number. I still answered.
My phone vibrated in my coat pocket at 11:42 a.m. that day.
“Ma’am? This is Officer Benny from dispatch. Your children are safe, but I need you to come home. Your older son was involved in a situation, and I’d rather explain it in person.”
I pressed my back against the hallway wall.