take something catastrophic to make me finally put the phone down.
Life had one ready.
It was a Tuesday in November.
I was midshift when the charge nurse came looking for me.
I knew before she spoke.
I’ve been the person who goes looking for families.
A scaffold had failed on a commercial job downtown.
A cable that inspection paperwork said was fine.
Caleb Brand, thirty-one years old, was gone before the ambulance reached the second light.
I’ve watched critically ill strangers receive more ceremony than the universe gave the
