“Room 312,” she said.

“Dr. Shah is waiting outside.”

We walked down the corridor, our footsteps echoing on the linoleum.

Dr. Shah was standing near the door, reading a chart.

He looked up as we approached, his face grave.

“Daniel,” he said, stepping toward us.

“Is she okay?” I asked, my heart pounding.

“She is awake, but there has been a development,” he said.

“What kind of development?”

He looked at the boys, then back at me.

“We ran some routine tests to find the cause of her sudden collapse,” Dr. Shah said.

“And?”

“The toxicology report just came back from the lab,” he said, lowering his voice.

“What did it show?” I asked.

Dr. Shah leaned in closer.

“Her collapse wasn’t caused by exhaustion or a natural illness, Daniel.”

“Then what was it?”

“She had extremely high levels of a prescription sedative in her system,” he said.

I stared at him, my blood running cold.

“A sedative?” I repeated.

“Yes,” Dr. Shah said.

“Enough to cause severe respiratory depression.”

“She doesn’t take sedatives,” I said.

“She didn’t take this voluntarily,” Dr. Shah said.