“Know what?”
Hannah’s eyes filled.
“Of course you don’t.”
Ethan crouched so they were eye level.
“Tell me.”
“You won’t believe me.”
“I’m asking now.”
“You were asking then too.”
“I’m listening now.”
“That’s five years too late.”
The orderly behind the chair looked uncomfortable.
Ethan stood.
“Take her back to her room.”
Hannah caught his wrist.
He looked down.
Her grip was weak.
But desperate.
“Ethan.”
“Yes?”
“If your family finds out I’m here…”
She stopped.
His blood went cold.
“What?”
Hannah released him.
“Nothing.”
“No. Finish that sentence.”
She looked toward the orderly.
Then toward the nurses.
Too many people.
Too many ears.
“Later.”
“Hannah.”
“Later.”
It was the first promise she had given him.
He watched her disappear down the corridor.
Then he called someone he had not spoken to in nearly three years.
A private investigator named Daniel Cross.
