“I need to clarify something before we go any further,” the doctor said, and his eyes moved between the intake file open on his knee and the screen still holding Irene’s images.

“How long has Irene’s father known that these particular symptoms needed a full workup?”

Martha frowned.

The question did not fit anywhere.

“My husband doesn’t know we’re here,” she said.

“I brought her today on my own.

He has no idea we came in.”

The doctor was quiet for a beat.