"Lock the door."
Nathaniel is already moving before I finish the sentence. He hits the heavy steel bolt with a loud, final clank. The sound echoes in the small room like a gunshot.
Julian stares at the live footage on Nathaniel's phone. His father walks slowly down the bright hospital corridor. Richard Thornton is tall, like Julian, but heavier. Older. He moves like a man who has never once been told no in his entire life. Two large men walk beside him wearing plain clothes. They are not doctors. They are not visitors.
"He brought people inside a hospital," I say quietly.
"He owns three of the board members," Julian answers. His voice is completely flat. "He can bring whoever he wants."
I look at Julian's face. He watches his father on the small screen with an expression I cannot quit
