I was one of two managers covering the hospital one quiet Sunday morning when my pager beeped.
“Cafeteria,” said the voice that answered my call.
“Hi, this is the nursing manager.”
“A child’s alone down here.”
In the cafeteria I approached the bevy of workers huddled by the phone.
“The little girl’s over there,” one of them said, pointing.
A small child was sitting quietly at a table. She had a round face and light brown hair pulled back with a pink barrette, soft curls falling below her ears. There were no toys or food in front of her.