The emergency contact box held a ten-digit phone number I didn’t know.

My name wasn’t on it anywhere.

I needed to find out who had taken my name off Hannah’s primary medical contact form.

I left the hospital at eleven fifteen and drove straight to the coffee shop on Main Street.

Richard always met his contracting crew there before the afternoon shift started.

I pulled into the lot and parked right beside his white work truck.

The brass bell jangled loudly as I pushed the glass door open.