Seven Todays: Wednesday
When her pager went off, she didn't answer it immediately, even though she knew it was an emergency. It was always an emergency, she rationalized, and today could be no exception. Yesterday had been long, hard, painful. It would be another six hours before she could go home, and she didn't really want to think about it. She went anyway, knowing what she had to do. Another victim, another explosion, another long day with police and family and friends, all wanting to know what had happened. As if she knew. The only thing she knew was that he wasn't done.