“Do you want this put away?”
“No. Leave it there.”
She gave mea questioning look.
“I want it exactly where it is.”
The nurse nodded and went out.
I picked up the first page and read the heading again. It referred to temporary family arrangements, but the signature space beneath it carried my name.
I turned the page.
The second page had another signature line.
I stopped there.
The hallway door opened, and Mike stepped into view.
He was carrying a small notebook and speaking with the nurse.
“She came in under the approved guest list,” he said. “That part is clear.”
The nurse nodded.
