they came here afterward.”
The receptionist’s expression changed. She examined the poster again, then began typing.
Several agonizing seconds passed.
“What did the couple look like?”
I described them while she searched. Several agonizing seconds passed.
“We don’t have anyone registered under Evelyn,” she finally said.
Hope collapsed inside me.
Then she frowned at the screen. “Wait.”
Her fingers moved across the keyboard again.
My heart began pounding.
“An unidentified woman was admitted several weeks ago. She was brought in confused and unable to remember her name. She was transferred to our neurological unit for evaluation.”
My heart began pounding. “Does she look like the woman in that picture?”
“I can’t confirm that from here.” Her voice softened. “But the age and description are close.”
“That’s her. It has to be.”
The receptionist hesitated. “The patient suffered a seizure yesterday. She’s stable, but she isn’t in good condition to receive
