“June Donnelly,” Dr.

Owens called out, her calm, measured voice filling the room.

I stood up immediately, supporting June’s head with my palm while cradling her weight securely against my shoulder.

Ethan stood up at the exact same second, leaving his dark wool coat lying on the chair behind him.

He stepped ahead of me to hold the heavy double doors open so I could walk through without bumping June’s legs.

Sylvia jumped up from her chair in the third row, her leather bag swinging against her hip as she took three quick strides toward us.