The difference was that her parents worked in the open, while mine worked in the shadows.
Soon enough, I would step into those same shadows.
"How did you know I was here?" I asked.
I couldn't imagine Paul had called her.
"The night you called 911, I was on duty. Jess, do you have any idea how terrified I was when my colleague read out the address? I kept calling your phone and you never picked up."
It came back to me. That night, after the bleeding started, the first call I'd made was to 911 for an ambulance. But every unit had already been dispatched, and they had to reroute one from another district.
The delay stretched on and on, so I'd called Paul instead.
But he hadn't believed me. So my only option was to call the police.
I gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry for worrying you."
Jasmine shot me a look. "Don't be ridiculous."
Then her face brightened. "Oh, I almost forgot. That transfer request you submitted? It went through. You got approved."
My heart leaped. "Really? When do I report?"
"No rush. The higher-ups know about your condition. They want you to recover for a month first."