She glanced over her shoulder toward the nurses’ station.

“If your sister threw a pan, there are protocols we have to follow,” Kara said.

“I need to flag this for our social worker.”

“All I know is what I found when I came downstairs,” I said.

Kara gave a quick nod and carried the clipboard back to her desk.

I leaned back in the plastic chair and pressed my palms flat on my knees again.

My mind kept replaying the morning.