I let my shoulders fall.

Then I pushed open the door of 412 with a sob already breaking in my throat.

Brady spun and caught me by the shoulders, his face a mask of grief so convincing it turned my stomach.

“Shannon, thank God.

Her heart’s failing, they have to operate now or we lose her.” “Where’s the doctor, what do I do,” I choked, letting my knees sag against him.

Fairbank came forward with the clipboard, a pen clipped to the top, and pointed at the bottom line.