Paula Jenkins met us at the double doors of the radiology wing.

She held her aluminum clipboard against her chest while she propped the heavy wooden door open with her foot.

“Come on in, sweetie,” Paula said in a gentle, warm voice.

“The room’s a little dark, but that’s just so we can see the screen clearly.”

She pointed Grace toward a high padded table next to a tall gray scanner console.

Grace climbed up carefully, sitting on the edge with her heels pressed together on the step.