*ARIANA*
The words didn't make sense.
"A restraining order? From who?"
"His wife. Mrs. Juliana Chase filed it yesterday. I'm sorry, but you need to leave."
I felt the floor tilt beneath me.
"That's my father in there."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"I just want to see him. Five minutes. Please."
The security guards moved closer.
"Ma'am," one of them said. "We don't want to have to escort you out."
The nurse looked genuinely pained. "The order states that your presence is considered detrimental to the patient's recovery. If you violate it, Mrs. Chase can have you arrested."
Arrested.
For visiting my own father.
"This is insane," I whispered.
"I'm sorry," the nurse said again.
I looked past her, down the hallway to Dad's room. The door was closed. I couldn't see inside. Couldn't see if
