For the first time since Vivian opened the folder, I almost smiled.
Then the nurse’s phone rang.
She stepped into the hall.
“Yes, this is her nurse.”
I could hear only her side of the call.
“Yes, I am still with her.”
She glanced toward me.“Understood.”
She ended the call and walked quickly toward the security desk.
I could see Mike through the glass panel near the nurses’ station. He was seated with the visitor record open beside his notebook.
The nurse stopped beside him.
“What did you find?”
Mike turned the record toward her.
“The entry time was 12:58 p.m.”
