Benjamin Campbell arrived shortly after six, wearing an unzipped work jacket and boots dusted with road salt.

He was Hannah’s older brother, a public-school mechanic who had hated me since the day we married.

He crossed the waiting area and stopped three feet away.

“Where is she?”

“In the neurological unit,” Paige answered.

“They’re treating her.

She’s stable enough for observation, but she hasn’t woken fully.”

Benjamin looked at me.