After all, Harrison was Sofia's father. Given the urgency, I was afraid something terrible might happen. I recalled Sofia's mixed feelings regarding Harrison; my eyes turned black.

"No need," I told Spencer. "We'll talk about it later."

"Okay," Spencer said.

I sat and stared at the light in the emergency room for hours before it went out. Then the doctor came out, followed by Harrison on a stretcher. He was unconscious, his face pale, his hair graying mostly, his cheekbones sharp from chronic starvation—he was so skinny.

"How is he?" I asked.

"He's stable for now," the physician informed me. "But the patient underwent a kidney transplant in the past...