“The… blue folder,” I rasped, my voice dry and gravelly, yet perfectly coherent.

Vivian practically hurled herself toward the foot of the bed. “She’s heavily medicated on narcotics! She’s hallucinating! She has absolutely no idea what she’s saying!”

Before she could reach me, Detective Hale and his partner moved in perfect sync, stepping squarely between my family and my bed, forming a wall of navy-blue uniforms.

Dr. Ortiz calmly reached into the pocket of her pristine white coat and retrieved a thick manila envelope sealed with red tamper-evident tape.

She handed it directly to Detective Hale.

“This was securely attached to Mrs. Mercer’s encrypted medical file,” Lena stated, loudly enough for the entire ward to hear. “Inside is a legally notarized affidavit detailing three years of escalating psychological abuse, financial coercion, and physical threats.