“Addie, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.
Right?” Paul asked the EMTs.
“Yes, ma’am. He can ride with you to the hospital.”
“Thank you,” he whispered.
One nodded and pulled the gurney sideways, lining it up to
pull through the doors.
Addie caught a brief snippet of the conversation between
the cop and the cleaning women. It didn’t sound promising. Not that she could
blame them if they opted not to say anything. They’d always been friendly with
Addie when they came up late at night to clean. The conversations had always
drifted to their large extended families that depended on this job.
“Thank you, ladies,” Paul said as he passed them.
“I’ll need to speak to you, too, sir,” Officer Torres
said.
“I’ll be at the hospital.” Paul still held Addie’s hand.
“Fine.”
