SUMMER'S POV
The hospital hallway had gone quiet in that particular way hospitals do in the evening; machines humming somewhere behind closed doors, the occasional squeak of shoes on tile, everyone's voices dropping automatically like the building itself demanded it.
"Discharge papers should be ready in twenty minutes," the nurse said, glancing between George and me. "We'll need her son to sign for her."
"He was right here," George said, frowning, scanning the waiting area like Kingsley might materialize out of the plastic chairs. "Kingsley?"
No answer. No Kingsley.
"I'll find him," I said, already moving before George could offer. Some part of me needed the walk, needed a minute away from the fluorescent lights and the smell of antiseptic and Felix's restless leg bouncing against the
