night her temperature reached 104 degrees.
Before I tell you what happened in that emergency-room waiting room, you need to understand who I was before that night.
My name is Rachel Donnelly.
I was thirty-one when June was born.
I’m a nurse practitioner, and at that point I had spent six years working in emergency medicine.
My job had trained me to function when everyone else was frightened.
When something goes wrong in an emergency room, someone has to listen clearly.
Someone has to understand the numbers.
Someone has to
