“Did you talk to the doctor?” Hannah asked me.

“I went to the clinic this morning,” I said.

“We have to get an MRI by Friday to find out exactly what’s causing your pain.”

Hannah stared at the floor.

“Dad said it was just a stomach bug from the cafeteria food.”

“The doctor doesn’t agree.” I sat down beside her on the sofa.

“Why did your dad pay cash when he took you in last month?”

Hannah pulled her sleeves down over her thumbs.