“My mommy has been sleeping for three days.”
Angela stared at her.
“Sleeping?”
Lucy nodded.
“I can’t wake her up.”
Every expression in the room changed.
“Where is your mother?”
“At home.”
“Where’s home?”
Lucy gave an address nobody immediately recognized.
Angela entered it into the computer.
Nothing appeared.
“Is there another name? A road?”
Lucy thought.
“We live past Mr. Harris’s red barn.”
That was all she knew.
Angela contacted emergency services.
Police were notified.
So were paramedics.
A nurse brought Lucy water.
She drank almost the entire cup without stopping.
“When did you eat last?”
Lucy shrugged.
“Yesterday.”
“What did you eat?”
“Crackers.”
“Anything today?”
She shook her head.
Angela’s chest tightened.
Someone brought a sandwich.
Lucy immediately broke it in half.
“This is for Noah.”
“Who’s Noah?”
“My brother.”
“One of the babies?”
Lucy nodded.
“And the other?”
“Eli.”
Angela gently pushed the sandwich back toward her.
