“Just dropping this off,” he said.

He came over to the sofa and handed me a single printed page from the folder.

The paper felt oddly thin, like the cheap ream we kept in the printer downstairs, not the heavy stock a front desk usually hands out.

The upper left corner had a blue logo for Midwest Pediatric Digestive Health.

Under it was a Naperville address and phone number.

In the middle, typed in neat black letters, were Hannah’s name and an appointment time for November twelfth.