The security supervisor looked at the request, then at the men outside Tessa’s room, and stamped the time on my copy.
At 8:19, I emailed the photographs to an account Victor did not know existed.
I had created it before deployment for copies of insurance documents, powers of attorney, and emergency contacts.
Tessa knew the password.
No one else did.
At 9:11, Victor tried to have himself added as Tessa’s family representative.
The charge nurse refused because I was her legal spouse.
At 9:26, Dominic demanded that Tessa be transferred to a private facility.
The doctor refused because she was medically unstable.
At 9:31, Detective Miller finally opened his notebook.
He wrote nothing for nearly a minute.
Pressure makes careless people louder.
It makes frightened people choose.
Mason chose at 10:17 p.m.
I was alone in the parking garage when I heard footsteps scrape behind me.
He stood between two concrete pillars, pale and sweating, still holding the crushed coffee cup.
