Halloween came and went—Grace had gone as Vincent Van Gogh, sans the ear. They’d attended her fourth grade Halloween parade and then gone trick-or-treating with Carmen and her boys. She’d spent the following Sunday, as always, at her parents’ house screaming her lungs out for the Chargers and avoiding any and all questions about her love life.

As she walked Grace to the bus stop that morning, Sarah listened intently as she rattled off the details of the papier-mâché turkey they’d be making in art class later that day. This was maybe the fifth time in twenty-four hours Grace had explained the process, but Sarah made sure to smile and nod accordingly.

“Do you think there’s a way to make the turkey actually gobble?” Grace asked. Her excitement was insatiable. “Maybe a speaker inside its body would work.”

“Slow down, mija. I think you might be dreaming a bit big. One step at a time.”

“Okay. We can talk about the speaker later.”

Sarah shook her head in amazement. The kid was tenacious. They’d gone shopping at the hobby store the night before for some extra supplies. Grace was so incredibly anxious to get to work on her turkey, already affectionately named Leonard, that she scampered in short spurts ahead of Sarah on the sidewalk and then meandered her way back to add in extra needed details on her planned masterpiece.

“Probably, I’ll make his feathers a mixture of different colors, but I want them to be as realistic as possible. Our classroom computer has Google, so I’ll see if Mrs. Henry will let me print out some photos for accuracy.” Grace walked backward facing her.

Sarah reached out and smoothed Grace’s hair. “Sounds like a good plan.”

“Do you think he would make a good centerpiece for our table when I’m done? We don’t have any Thanksgiving decorations up, and our place needs some spirit.”

“I think that could be arranged. Now give me a kiss. Your bus is pulling up.”

Grace obliged, planting a quick kiss on Sarah’s cheek and heading off. Feeling the buzz of her phone in her pocket, Sarah glanced down to read the text message from her assistant informing her that she now had a ten a.m. consultation with a prospective client. Damn it. It was going to be a tight morning, but she hated to turn away good business. It was Grace’s voice that pulled her from her thoughts.

“Mom,” she yelled, sticking her head out of the door to the school bus. “Have a great day!” Sarah’s heart swelled and just as she opened her mouth to call back to Grace, she watched her body go limp and crumple like a ragdoll, falling from the top step of the school bus onto the pavement below with a horrifying thud. The action of the world seemed to slow down around her as she looked on in shock. Sarah reached out helplessly, a silent scream of horror bringing her stumbling forward onto her knees. Grace wasn’t moving; she could see that much from her vantage point. There appeared to be a small pool of blood forming beneath her head. Oh God, no. In the midst of Grace’s stillness, pandemonium broke out all around her. Children on the bus were calling out, another parent at the bus stop rushed to Grace’s side, and the bus driver, dialing his phone, descended the stairs rapidly. In the midst of it all, Grace still had not moved.

All sound disappeared then and Sarah could hear only an intense roaring in her ears. She needed to get to Grace badly, but her body was not cooperating.

She couldn’t move.

Grass. There was the cool, damp feel of grass beneath her cheek and that was okay, she thought, as the world faded to black, because at least now she wouldn’t have to watch her child taken from her. She wouldn’t have to watch Grace die.

Chapter Sixteen

By the time Sarah came to, Grace had been transported to the hospital by ambulance. The other parent had ridden with Sarah in a police car, though her memory of the ride was almost entirely nonexistent. Except for the siren. She could still hear that shrill, horrible siren.

Once she arrived at the hospital, Sarah was placed in a small exam room, and though the hospital staff assured her repeatedly that Grace was awake, she couldn’t seem to stop calling out her name in a voice so wracked with fear that she no longer recognized it as her own. She was asked a lot of questions, that part she remembered, about her name, address, and what year it was. All she could think about, however, was Grace’s lifeless body as she’d last seen it on the cement below the school bus. The other mother, Trish somebody, stood at her shoulder, looking through Sarah’s cell phone for someone to contact.

“I’m going to call your mother,” Trish said. She pointed to the contact scroll in the phone. “Is that okay? Should I call your mother?”

Sarah nodded numbly. “Where’s Grace?” she asked the doctor who was shining a small light into her eye. Her voice sounded hoarse from screaming, and she noticed that her hands were still trembling.

“Another doctor is in charge of your daughter’s case, Ms. Matamoros. She’s just a few doors down, and I promise they’re taking good care of her. Now, can you tell me where you are?”

“The emergency room. Please let me see my daughter.”

“Soon. We have to make sure you’re all right first. You took a bit of a fall yourself.”

“I’m fine,” Sarah insisted harshly. She stood and moved deliberately into the hallway. “I need to see my daughter. Now.”

Seeming to finally understand her urgency, the doctor led her down the short hallway to a nearby hospital room. There were several people bustling about the bed, but there Grace was, alive, awake, and looking more than a little afraid.

Sarah forced a smile and kept her voice low so as not to disturb the medical staff. “Hi, sweetheart. Everything’s okay. Don’t worry. How are you feeling?” Grace looked pale and not so great. She could see that there were traces of blood still matted in her hair.

Grace blinked up at her, tears in her eyes. “My head hurts. What happened? I don’t feel well.”

“You fell down and bumped your head, baby. The doctors need to make sure you’re okay.”

A petite brunette referencing something on a clipboard stepped forward. “Ms. Matamoros, I’m Dr. Riggs. May we speak outside?”

Sarah nodded and kissed Grace’s forehead. “I’ll be back in just a minute. You rest. Everything is going to be okay.”

Once they were in the hallway, Dr. Riggs didn’t waste any time. “The good news is that we got Grace here in very good time following her accident, and with head trauma, every second counts. At this point, it’s encouraging that she’s awake and conversing with us. However, she did sustain a significant blow and she seems a little bit fuzzy, disoriented on-and-off. It’s highly likely that she’s suffering from a concussion, and I’d like to run an immediate CT just to rule out any complications. This is the kind of injury we have to take very seriously.”

Sarah blinked. “Of course. Can I go with her?” Sarah’s heart raced as a myriad of terrifying scenarios played themselves out in her head.

“Certainly.”

*

It had been over an hour since the CT, and Sarah paced the hospital room anxiously, waiting for word. Grace continued to move in and out of lucidity and had recently grown more and more quiet. She’s probably just exhausted from the ordeal, Sarah reasoned, anything to keep herself from imagining something worse.

Now it felt like a waiting game.

Her mother and father had arrived and they all waited, along with Carmen, in the common waiting room. “Why haven’t they come back, Mama?” Sarah whispered.

“They’re reading the tests, mija. She’s going to be just fine. I know it.” But when Dr. Riggs emerged fifteen minutes later, the words she imparted to Sarah were not at all reassuring.