Morning sunlight spilled through the apartment window. Neither Esther nor Alex had touched the tea.
The folder still lay open on the table.
“Ethan Grant…” Esther whispered.
Her fingers hovered over the visitor log. “I don't understand.”
Alex folded his hands. “Neither did I.” “So I kept digging.”
Esther looked at him. “You found something else?”
“I did.” Alex pulled another document from the briefcase.
“This wasn’t easy to get.” He slid it across the table. “The hospital’s security report.”
Esther’s eyes widened. “I thought hospitals only kept medical records.”
“They do, but they also keep incident reports,” Alex added.
She picked it up carefully. The paper felt heavier than it should.
Almost as though it carried three years of unanswered questions. Her eyes scanned
