eenan, flanked by Detective Fletcher and a bruised Felix, marched toward

"We need to see all medical records for Arac

tened. "Due to HIPAA

ng his hand on the counter. "She was scheduled for a

. Keenan shoved Felix aside, his face co

uldn't be having that kind of surge

e was still trying to believe the lie. Because believing the truth

an's outburst with a

nd of the hall. Cheyenne. She walked toward them, her

taking his arm in a proprietary way.

r. "You're... Dr.

er full attention to the detective. "I'm Aracely's sister

e," Fletcher said, his t

aling with a tiresome inconvenience. "This wh

her, a silent, desperat

eassuringly. "Don't wor

exploded. "You told me the

into a mask of sorrowful patience. "Mr. Riddle, I said the situation was seri

river of lies. Aracely's s

nce wearing thin. "I want to see t

I'll pull up her file on my terminal." She led them down the hall,

gged into the hospital's system. The loading icon spun

is hands balled into fists. He was prayi

opposite. Praying for proo

nne's mouse hovered, the

. The official diagnosi

e crumpled

riumphant, and deeply pained

the screen, and felt the last vesti