Vance said.

“We’re taking her upstairs right now.”

Hannah let go of my hand and followed the nurse through the double doors.

I watched her blue fleece hoodie vanish around the corner.

Richard stood a few feet off, beside a row of plastic waiting room chairs.

He was holding a foam cup of lukewarm coffee from the cafeteria downstairs.

He didn’t drink any of it.

“They’re taking her up now,” I said.