I thought about Linda walking out of the ward without ever touching my hand.

“I want your name,” I said.

Rachel looked at the polished marble floor for a long moment, then took a slow, deep breath.

“Okay,” Rachel said.

“We can file the amendment right now.”

We turned around and walked back down the hall to the records clerk’s window.

A woman with thick glasses slid a blank white form under the glass partition.

“Fill out section three for a minor’s name change,” the clerk said.