She was asleep under her quilt, her red toy stethoscope poking out from under the pillow next to her soft bunny.

I slid my hand into my coat pocket and felt the cold metal of the drive Seth had given me.

Downstairs, the front door shut with a firm click, and Cole’s car started up in the driveway.

I took my phone out of my pocket, opened the lock screen settings and set the emergency fingerprint shortcut to call Alan’s direct line with one touch of my thumb.

The screen flashed white, saved the setting and went dark.