Anna's POV:

I recognize Mary's ID card before my brain finishes the sentence for me.

Leo holds it between two fingers across the hospital room—unhurried, deliberate, the gesture of someone who has rehearsed the exact effect he wants—and watches my face do the thing I'm trying to stop it from doing. His eyes don't move from mine. He's reading me the way you read a board before you make your move.

He steps inside and reaches behind him. The ...