Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands

“There’s the folder,” I said.

Victoria came in behind her and pushed the door shut with her hip.

Then Evelyn.

Then the others, in ones and twos, out of the frame and back into it.

Rosalie set the folder on the hall table and opened it flat, and her mouth was moving.

“I can’t hear her.”

“Nobody can.” Hale leaned toward the screen.

“Watch the hands.”