“She was unconscious when the paramedics cut her out of the sedan.”

The air in the office suddenly thinned out.

“What’s the patient’s name?”

“Hannah Campbell,” Nurse Foster said softly.

“Her ID shows her maiden name, but this direct office number is handwritten on the back of her emergency intake card.”

My fingers loosened.

The crystal glass slipped out of my hand, struck the hardwood floor by my desk and burst into twenty pieces, spraying bourbon over my leather shoes.

I didn’t look down at the glass.