“His brain can’t function on zero sleep.”

“June’s lab results will be back in fifteen minutes, Sylvia,” I said.

“She isn’t leaving this room.”

Sylvia opened her leather purse and took out a folded sheet of white printer paper.

“I came prepared for everything,” Sylvia said, handing the paper to Ethan.

“I spent three hours yesterday calling private agencies.”

Ethan took the paper and unfolded it with both hands.

“What is this?” Ethan asked.