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“Any history of seizures?”

“No.”

“Heart problems?”

“No. He runs. He swims. He’s healthy.”

My voice broke on the last word.

Dana set the clipboard aside. “Is there anyone I can call for you?”

“His sister.”

“Do you have her number?”

I opened my phone and stared at the screen.

I knew her number was stored under Leah. My thumb would not move correctly.

Dana took the phone when I handed it to her.

“May I?”

I nodded.

She found the contact and passed the phone back.

Leah answered cheerfully.

“Hey, Reid. What’s up?”

I opened my mouth.

Nothing came.

“Reid?”

“There was an accident.”

Silence.

“What kind of accident?”

“Noah’s in surgery.”

Her breath hitched. “Is he alive?”

“Yes.”

I held the phone tighter. “He’s alive.”

She began to cry.

I told her what little I knew. She asked whether she should come. I said yes, then told her to wait until we knew more, then said yes again. My thoughts would not remain in one shape long enough to trust.

“I’m booking a flight,” she said. “I’ll call you when I know the time.”

“All right.”