“No fever,” I said, pressing my lips together tightly.

“She wouldn’t eat breakfast or lunch.”

Dr.

Collins crossed the small room to the wall-mounted workstation and typed Grace’s full name into the hospital system.

The pale blue light from the monitor reflected off his round frames as he clicked through her patient history.

His fingers froze over the trackball.

He stared at the screen for several seconds without typing a single key.

He adjusted his round glasses again, his shoulders stiffening under his white coat.