“For how long?”

“You have two hours to clear your belongings from the visitor floor, Sergeant.”

Charles said, “You heard him.”

The officer set a pen on a visitor restriction form and turned it toward me.

“Sign that you received a copy.”

I adjusted the cuff of my sleeve, signed the form, and left the pen where it was.

At ten fifteen I stood on the hospital entrance steps with my duffel at my feet and the wind cutting through my dress coat.

Marisol Herrera came out with my thermos in one hand and a printout in the other.