“She’s fainted,” someone announced.
One paramedic supported her head, while another snapped a vial, holding it under her nose with only limited effect. Monica opened her eyes slightly and mumbled nonsense. “Shock,” one medic nodded to the other. “Let’s get her to the hospital.”
As the ambulance faded from view, my fear for Alli intensified. Since the police seemed to have lost interest in me, I thought I’d try to find my daughter. As much as her choice of dress sometimes bothered me, she was levelheaded and mature for her age. We’d helped each other through the grieving process after her father’s fatal car accident. We were close.
I fumbled in my purse for my cell phone and stepped outside to place a call to her cell. The rain had stopped, at least for the moment.
I dialed her number,
