nurse tried again.
“Sir, I need to know your relationship to the patient.”
Adrian rubbed his face.
“Can we get her checked in first?”
Maren grabbed his wrist.
“No.”
Her tone changed.
“Tell her.”
Adrian looked at me.
“Hannah, this isn’t what you’re thinking.”
Something inside me hardened.
“Then tell me what I should be thinking.”
He glanced around as though an escape route might appear.
None did.
Maren’s eyes filled.
“I thought she knew.”
That sentence frightened me more than anything Adrian had said.
“Knew what?”
He stepped toward
