Presence (07.12.2004)

Very early Friday morning, long before dawn, Amber was back at her desk. The girls were sleeping, she hoped. Her routine was to call the city hospitals and emergency rooms searching for someone not yet identified, to see if a voice might pick up the line instead of the automated bots. She hoped that someone would take the information, deliver the miracle that she thought was slowly slipping away — To hear the doctor or nurse rush back, semi out of…