She stood tall in her yellow dress and looked at the three of them with absolute medical authority.

It was the same look she used to clear a crowded hospital hallway.

“I’m Rachel Morgan,” she said softly.

“Hannah is my daughter.”

Linda stared at Rachel.

She smoothed the front of her blouse again, her fingers catching on a small pearl button near her collar.

“You’re the nurse,” Linda said.

“From Room 314.”