Ella

We approach the front desk, where a nurse eyes us curiously.

"We're looking for a patient," I say, keeping my voice polite but firm. "Charlotte Deluca."

The nurse stares at me, her eyes widen, and she seems to recognize me. Plus, I still have my scrubs and doctor's coat on.

"One moment, Ma'am, let me just pull up her information for you," she responds in a shaky voice.

While the nurse works, I turn to Jacob and tell him to call a few ...