“Miss Darcy, your vitals are stabilizing,” he said, not looking up.

“But we need to keep you overnight for observation.”

“Who is your primary physician?” he asked.

I swallowed hard. “I don’t have one in Fremont.”

The doctor nodded. “A specialist from Sacramento has already requested your charts.”

“He said he has been treating you for severe anxiety and delusional episodes.”

My heart hammered against my ribs.

“What is his name?” Ana asked, her voice instantly sharp.

The doctor tapped his screen. “Dr. Vale.”

“He has already submitted a preliminary psychiatric hold request.”

Ana stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the linoleum.

“On what grounds?” she demanded.

“A pre-dated evaluation,” the doctor replied, looking uncomfortable.

“He claims he evaluated Miss Darcy last week and found her unfit to make her own decisions.”

“That’s a lie,” I said, my voice rising. “I’ve never even met him.”

“He has signed paperwork,” the doctor said.

“Until we sort this out, we cannot discharge you without his approval.”

“And the estate distribution?” Ana asked, her eyes narrowing.

“If the hold is processed, all legal transfers are frozen indefinitely.”