The Doctors Said The Little Boy Was Beyond Saving

feeds. I don’t need a camera to track a traumatized child; I need to think like one. I tilt my head, tuning out the alarms, listening to the subtle shifts in the building’s ambient noise. The east stairwell.

I sprint up the concrete steps, skipping the ground floor and heading straight for the restricted maintenance landing. James, a sharp-eyed orderly,continue reading …