to his chest.
“Control, this is Alpine Three. I have one live patient, female, approximately full-term pregnancy. Possible traumatic injuries. Patient reports being pushed from the upper ridge.”
A crackle came through the radio.
Then another voice responded.
“Copy. Any identification?”
The rescuer looked at me.
I whispered my name.
He repeated it into the radio.
There was a long silence.
Then the voice on the other end said something that made the rescuer’s face change.
“Say again.”
The reply came.
This time, I heard it too.
“Search-and-rescue records show no missing person matching that description.”
The rescuer stared at the radio.
I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the snow.
“That can’t be.”
He looked down at me.
“Ma’am, what’s your name?”
I told him again.
He repeated it into the radio.
Another silence.
Then:
“Control says the only emergency report in the area was filed
