“Hand me my phone,” I said.

He blinked, thrown by whatever had changed in my voice.

“Miss Ashcombe, you really need to rest — ”

“Hand me my phone,” I said again, and I held his eyes, and I let him hear who he was speaking to.

“Or the board of directors of this hospital will be answering to my legal team before noon.”

His hand was not quite steady when he passed it to me.

Chapter 9 — Maren