THE CODE
(Elena's POV)
I stood at the counter and refused to move.
"Then get me someone who can tell me," I said.
The woman behind the glass looked at the line forming behind me and picked up her phone. She turned her back. When she turned around she had a new sheet in her hand.
"There's a reference code," she said. "That's all I'm allowed to give you."
She slid it under the glass. Fourteen characters. Letters and numbers. Nothing that spelled a name.
Then she typed something, and her face changed. She read whatever came up on her screen twice.
"Can I reverse it?" I said.
"Pardon?"
"The transfer. Can the hospital give it back?"
"I can't do that."
"Then who can?"
"You'd have to take it up with the trust." She set her hand flat on the counter like a woman closing a drawer. "It c
