“Unlocking Secrets: What Lies Within Carrie Mac’s Mysterious Three Envelopes?”
“I’m calling from BC Ambulance,” I say when a woman answers. “I’m calling about a patient I picked up near your address. Do you live with an elderly woman?”
“Yes. My mother.” I hear a jangling of keys. She’s already heading out the door of wherever she is. “What’s happened? Is she okay?”
“A woman was hit by a car,” I say. “We think it might be your mother.”
“Oh. My God.” A pause, and then, “Is she okay? Where is she? Where was she? Are you at the hospital? I have to call my husband. I have to call my brother. I have to call my boys! How does something like that happen? Wait, wait. You think?”
