The interior of the house is cool and dark compared to the hot sunlight outside. She lets her eyes adjust to the lighting for a moment, and then takes the phone from her sister’s outstretched hand.       “Hey you,” she says, her voice warm.       “Melinda. Thank god I reached you. There’s been an accident. I need you to bring Cynthia to St. Joseph’s,” Greg says. His voice sounds tired, serious.      She reacts with a sharp intake of breath. “What the hell happened, Greg?” she asks, keeping her voice low, trying not to let the panic she is feeling show.      “It’s your father and step-mother. Car accident. They’re both in pretty bad shape. I don’t know the details yet, but Wayne,” he hesitates for a moment and then continues, “Wayne is on duty and he is your dad’s primary physician right now. He’s checking into things for me. Melinda, just get down here.”      Melinda nods and then realizes that Greg is not there to see her answer. “Ok,” she says in a hoarse whisper. “We’re on our way.”      She hangs up the phone with a heavy hand and looks up to see Cynthia staring up at her.      “Get your things, hon,” she says softly. “We need to go to the hospital. Mommy and Daddy were in an accident.”      She watches the little girl’s face grow pale and then melt into scared tears. “Are they ok?” she whispers, her body trembling.      “I don’t know yet, sweetheart,” Melinda answers, holding the girl to her. “I don’t know yet.”