The doors slid shut, and for once, I left him without a chance to answer.

The elevator carried me smoothly down to the main lobby. Outside, the rain kept streaking across the large glass windows facing the rain-slicked streets of Indianapolis.

Patients and visitors hurried through the massive parking lot, holding large umbrellas against the miserable March weather. Somewhere near the main entrance, an espresso machine hissed loudly at the coffee kiosk.

Kenneth was sitting at a small table near the hospital coffee stand, looking incredibly serious. Even from a distance, his posture concerned me, because he wasn’t a dramatic man by nature.

At fifty-eight, he’d built a stellar reputation as one of the most respected corporate and family attorneys in the city. People hired Kenneth when things became incredibly complicated.

When he noticed me approaching, he stood up quickly. “Kirsten, thank you for coming down so fast.”