You’re not in the ward.

The monitors are off.” I stood frozen in the doorway, my raised fists useless, my mind unable to close the distance between the affair I had built and this.

The woman looked up at me, her eyes calm and unsurprised.

“Marlo, I take it,” she said, not lifting her hand from my wife’s shoulder.

“Who — who are you?” I managed.

“Where’s N?”