I didn’t stick around to see who came out.
As the door handle moved, I took a step back. Then another. Then I turned and started walking quickly.
My heart was still pounding when I got to the main hallway. Then, I heard footsteps. Before I could turn, a hand grabbed my arm. I spun around, ready to pull away.
It was the doctor.
“Ms. Riley,” he said, glancing behind him before stopping in front of me. “Wait.”
I stopped because of the tone, not the words. People only sounded like that when they knew something they didn’t want to say out loud.
“What?” I asked.
He lowered his voice. “I may have found the transfer.”
May. Found. I hated both words on sight. “You may have found it?”
He lifted his hands. “The system is inconsistent right now.”
“Inconsistent?” I stepped closer. “My father
