**AT THE HOSPITAL**

Fred tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for two things—Dean to be caught and Bethany’s condition to stabilize.

He stood up from his chair and glanced over at Jill, who was busy applying makeup. She hadn’t changed one bit. How could she be so carefree when her daughter was in the hospital?

Suddenly, the doctor approached. “Mr. Fred?”

Fred tilted his head, his voice laced with worry. “Doctor! How is she? Is she okay?”

The doctor sighed. “She’s stable, but her memories are groggy. The last thing you should do right now is remind her of her past, present, or future.”

“Can I see her?” Jill interjected, taking...