Audrey obeyed.
In through the nose.
Out through the mouth.
Her fear wanted to scatter in every direction.
She forced it into one place.
Her son.
Nothing else mattered more.
As they passed the stairwell, someone pushed through the door.
Seraphina emerged, breathless.
Her gray sweatshirt was tied around her waist, and she carried a pair of white hospital slippers in one hand.
“Elena, stop,” Audrey said.
The nurses hesitated.
Seraphina hurried toward them.
“I’ve been looking everywhere.”
“What are you doing here?” Audrey asked.
“The power went out while I was downstairs.”
“Why were you downstairs?”
Seraphina looked at the nurses.
“I need to speak to Audrey alone.”
“That isn’t possible,” Elena said.