“They were deeply concerned about the circumstances of your admission.”

I looked down at my hands, which were pale and shaking against the blue hospital gown.

“My neighbor, Arthur,” I said. “He had to break the window next to the back door.”

Officer Miller nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on my face.

“We spoke with Mr. Pendelton at the scene,” Miller said.

“He told us he found you on the kitchen floor.”

“I couldn’t get out,” I said, a tear finally spilling over my lower eyelid.

“The deadbolt requires a key from the inside.”

“And you didn’t have one?” Sarah asked, her pen hovering over the paper.

“No,” I said. “Landon has the only set of keys that works for that lock.”

“We moved in three months ago, and he never got me a copy.”

“He said we didn’t need to spend the money yet.”

Sarah made a quick, sharp note on her pad.

“What about your phone, Marissa?” she asked.

“The nursing staff mentioned you arrived with no way to contact anyone.”

“Patricia took it,” I said.

The name felt like acid on my tongue.