Ten minutes later, Cutler's car screeched to a stop outside the hospital.
He jumped out and raced straight to the room he remembered. The second he pushed the door open, his stomach dropped. The bed was occupied by a complete stranger.
"Where's Audrey?" he demanded, voice sharp. "The woman who was in this room."
The patient shrugged. "No idea. The room was already empty when I moved in three days ago."
'Three days ago? That's impossible.' Cutler did the math in his head. The surgery hadn't even been two days earlier at that time. There was no way Audrey could have been discharged already. Yet the patient insisted the room had been empty for three days.
A strong sense of unease crept into his chest. He turned to find someone who could explain what was going on.
Right then, two doctors
