Nobody had mentioned Emily had a young son.

Not during shift briefing. Not in the visitor log. Not once all day.

Before Michael could ask another question, Ethan quietly stepped sideways, trying once again to continue toward the hospital room.

Michael matched his movement and calmly blocked the doorway.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “You can’t go inside right now.”

Ethan tightened his grip around the old silver music box. “I have to.” “The doctor is still with her.”