Vance said, gently tapping Caleb’s foot through the blanket.

“We need seventy-two hours of close monitoring right here to be sure your rhythm stays exactly where it should.”

Dr.

Vance glanced at me and nodded toward the small hallway outside the door.

I followed him into the corridor and let the door settle on its soft-close latch.

“Is something off with his numbers?” I asked, keeping my voice down.

“His cardiac numbers are very steady,” Dr.