Emily didn’t answer him.

She pulled her arms in tight against her chest, shut her eyes, and wouldn’t say anything more about the box or what she’d hidden inside it.

Emily stared down at the thin hospital blanket that covered her hands.

Richard followed Michael down the tiled hallway to a windowless office at the back of the triage wing.

The room smelled of floor wax and old coffee.

A heavy steel desk sat in the middle, with two metal filing cabinets on either side and a couple of vinyl chairs.