“Maybe he did pay for it.

Maybe that’s why I’m here.”

Thomas took a slow breath.

“You’re here because a five-year-old shook her head when I asked if she felt safe.”

Down the hall, Marcus was straightening his coat in the waiting area, tugging each sleeve.

Elisa stood beside him with her phone against her ear, her free hand moving through her hair.

Marcus caught my eye and walked toward the pediatric wing.

“Bring her out here,” he said.