(Kieran)
We left the house just after six thirty.
Sloane was quiet on the drive in. Not the kind of quiet that meant something was wrong. Just the morning kind. The kind that had become familiar enough that neither of us felt the need to fill it.
I drove and she looked out the window and the city moved around us.
When we pulled into the hospital parking lot I found my usual spot in the staff section. We got out and walked to the entrance together. She had her bag over one arm and her coffee from home in her other hand.
We took the elevator up to her floor.
When the doors opened I checked the corridor the way I always did. Two security guards at the far end. A few nurses starting their morning rounds. Everything moving the way it was supposed to.
She stepped out and turned to look at
