There were no wrinkles on his sleeves, and no smell of stale airplane air on his collar.

Carter clicked his pen against his notebook.

The metal clip made a sharp tapping noise in the quiet hospital corridor.

“We’re just gathering facts right now,” Carter said.

“Nobody is making formal accusations yet.”

I rubbed my thumbnail against my index finger.

The rough edge of my nail caught on my skin.

“She was perfectly fine this morning,” I said.