“We were having pancakes.”

“I’m putting a strict visitor hold on your daughter,” Denise said.

I raised my eyes from the table.

“A hold?” I said.

“Nobody but you and the medical staff goes into that room,” Denise said.

“I’m not letting anyone from your family near that little girl until we have a formal plan.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Denise asked.