Ten Words on a Phone Screen Turned My Family’s Breakfast Upside Down
A man in a blue uniform was typing at a computer.
“Marcus,” Denise said, walking right up to the tall wooden counter.
“I need a full visitor restriction on room 312.”
Marcus quit typing and drew a thick black logbook out from under the desk.
“Who’s the patient?” Marcus asked.
“Emma,” I said.
“Her name’s Emma.”
“We need the names of the people being restricted,” Denise said.