“We can finish this later,” Bennett said.

I left the nurses’ station and took the elevator down to the main floor.

The glass walls of the lobby showed a dark street.

My phone screen said it was ten minutes to six.

The front doors slid open.

Emily walked into the fluorescent light.

She wore the same gray sweater she’d had on when I dropped her at the airport three weeks ago.

She carried a cardboard tray with two large paper cups.