“Luke,” Marco said in a low tone.

“We have a situation.”

Luke stood up slowly, his hand reluctantly slipping away from mine.

“What is it, Marco?” Luke asked, his shoulders tensing.

“The nurse found this in her coat when they brought her into the emergency room,” Marco said.

He pulled a folded piece of heavy cream paper from his jacket pocket.

“It’s addressed to you, in Elena’s handwriting.”

Luke took the paper, his fingers trembling slightly as he unfolded it.

I watched his face drain of what little color it had left.

The letter was short, written in frantic strokes.

*If you are reading this, Luke, your father has found me. Do not trust anyone in your family, not even the ones who claim they want to help.*

He swallowed hard, his eyes darting from the paper to my face.

“Where did she write this?” Luke asked.

“In the taxi on the way here, we think,” Marco said.

“But that isn’t the only thing.”

Marco stepped closer, lowering his voice so Dr. Bennett could not hear.

“The security cameras in the west lobby captured someone we didn’t expect to see here.”

Luke gripped the edge of the metal bed frame, his knuckles turning white.

“Who was it?”

“Vivian,” Marco said.

“Your sister was standing near the admitting desk ten minutes before the ambulance arrived.”

A cold dread pooled in my stomach at the mention of her name.

Vivian, who had smiled at me while promising to erase my existence from the Mercer legacy.

Luke’s jaw set into a hard, dangerous line.

“What was Vivian doing in St. Catherine’s?” Luke demanded.

“She was talking to the night supervisor,” Marco whispered.

“I’m trying to get the security footage erased, but Vivian already has people inside this hospital.”

Dr. Bennett frowned, stepping between the two men and the bed.