He had no more jokes or dismissive remarks to offer.

The drive from the courthouse to St.

Jude Regional Hospital took eleven minutes.

I parked in the main visitor garage and held Hannah’s hand as we walked through the sliding glass doors of the surgical wing.

Dr.

Vance was waiting at the admissions desk.

He was in green scrubs and clicked his silver pen twice as we came up.

“Do we have authorization?” Dr.