“The imaging was marked incomplete,” Dr.

Collins said, pointing to a red flag beside the entry.

“The file shows the patient was discharged before the ordered scan could be done.”

I leaned closer to the monitor, staring straight at the screen showing the hidden date of October 12.

Dr.

Collins leaned toward the screen on the wall, typed three quick commands into his keyboard, and rested his palm on the edge of the laminate desk.

He adjusted his round glasses with his thumb and forefinger and turned toward the exam table, where Grace sat with her hands pulled inside her gray hooded sweatshirt.