“She was tracking them,” Ana said. “Once we get you settled at the hospital, I will bring the files so you can see them.”

Two paramedics entered the bedroom, carrying a folding gurney.

“Miss Darcy?” the lead paramedic asked, kneeling beside the bed. “We’re going to take care of you now.”

I let them help me onto the gurney, my legs feeling like lead weights.

Ana walked beside me as we moved down the long, shadowed hallway and down the grand staircase.

The foyer was filled with flashing red and blue lights reflecting off the high glass windows.

Outside, the cool night air hit my face, shocking my senses back to life.

They wheeled me toward the waiting ambulance, the wet gravel crunching under the heavy rubber wheels.

Just as they were about to lift the gurney inside, Ana’s phone began to vibrate in her hand.

She looked down at the screen, her brow furrowing into a deep line.

“It’s the firm’s secure server,” she muttered, tapping the glass.

She went pale, the color draining from her cheeks in the strobe of the blue police lights.