I ran to her.
“Ma’am? Can you hear me?”
Her eyelids barely moved.
I touched her hand.
It was freezing.
I called emergency services and stayed beside her until the ambulance arrived.
What I didn’t know then was that the police had already been searching for this woman.
Her name was Eleanor Whitmore.
She was ninety-five years old.
And according to the officers who arrived at the hospital, Eleanor had disappeared exactly four months and nineteen days earlier.