At dawn, someone knocked on Allison’s door.
Nigel stood at the doorway. One hand was in his pocket, and his brows were tightly furrowed as he listened to her slow movements inside.
When Allison opened the door, he stared at her carefully. She seemed better than she had in the last few days.
Remembering her injuries, he softened his tone. “Get ready. We’re going to the hospital for a full check-up.”
Allison replied, “Forget it. I don’t have an ID. I can’t register.”
“It’s our own hospital. Rules don’t apply,” Nigel said, thinking she was just being stubborn.
His eyes fell on her hands hanging at her sides. Holding back his frustration, he said, “I haven’t found your bracelet yet, but I’ll give it back once I do. Mom and Toby’s rooms aren’t possible, but don’t worry. Just wait for me.
