At nine the next morning I sat in the little green vinyl chair across from Denise.

Her office was a narrow room by the emergency elevators on the first floor.

Denise tapped her plastic pen on her metal clipboard.

“Your mother caused a serious disturbance,” Denise said.

“Security logged the incident at two thirty yesterday.”

I pressed my palms flat on my knees.

“She came up to the pediatric wing,” I said.

“She came up to the pediatric wing after I specifically banned her at the security desk.”