Liana's Pov

I sat in the control room, balancing one hand on my thigh to keep it from shaking. Stanley was standing behind me, arms crossed tight as we both watched the grainy hospital surveillance monitor. The guy behind the control rewound the tape to the time I had demanded for. My throat tightened, my breath became thin.

"There," I said, gesturing. "That second… riight before the door opened. Roll it back ten additional seconds."

The technician obeyed but the screen ...