A security guard sent us down a wide tiled hallway to the intake desk, where Nurse Amanda Foster was sorting patient charts.

“I’m here to see Hannah Moretti,” I said.

Nurse Amanda Foster straightened the ID badge on her blue scrubs.

She looked at the computer screen on the high counter and typed five characters on the keyboard.

“We have a Hannah Campbell on the list,” Nurse Foster said.

“She was brought in twenty minutes ago.”

“That’s my wife,” I said firmly.

“The chart shows a signed divorce decree from three months ago, Mr.