In the stark quiet of the hospital room, Zoey was on the phone when the door swung open and Stanley stepped inside.

She extended the phone toward him. “It’s Dr. Stone.”

“Brandon?” Stanley lifted a brow in mild surprise. Behind him, Chris followed in, pausing for the briefest moment. His expression remained calm, unreadable, as he crossed to the small sofa by the wall. Sitting down, he opened his tablet with the air of someone unconcerned, scrolling through ...