The nurse kept her tone precise, calm— the tone of someone who has delivered information like this before and has learned that facts are safer than emotion.
“Lucy was found in a parked car in a public lot,” she said. “A passerby noticed a child inside, knocking on the window and crying. They contacted security, who called 911.”
Lucy’s fingers curled into the fabric of my sleeve at the word passerby, as if imagining the stranger who had saved her. I felt a strange, sudden gratitude toward someone I would never meet.
“Emergency services arrived,” the nurse continued, “and they got her out. She was conscious, very upset, and overheated. EMS brought her here for evaluation.”
I stared at the nurse. “How long was she in the car?” I asked.
The nurse hesitated, then shook her head. “That’s still being confirmed by police. Based on the information we have so far, it wasn’t a short period.”
Not short. My chest tightened until it felt like my ribs were closing in.
“She kept asking where you were,” the nurse added quietly. “She was scared.”
I nodded because my body still knew how to nod even though my mind was splintering.