MATTEO
I pulled into the hospital parking lot and sat there for a moment, engine idling.
What the hell are you doing?
I didn’t have an answer. Just a pull in my chest that had gotten stronger with every mile I’d driven.
I grabbed a baseball cap from the backseat. Not much of a disguise, but enough to avoid immediate recognition, and I pulled it low over my eyes before stepping out of the car.
The hospital entrance was busy. Visitors coming and going. Doctors in scrubs. Nurses with clipboards.
I kept my head down and walked through the automatic doors.
The woman at the information desk barely looked up when I approached.
“I’m looking for Marie Thompson,” I said, keeping my voice low.
She typed something into her computer. “Third floor. Room 312. Elevator’s down the hall to your ri
