I turned.
“What?”
“There’s something you need to know before you go in.”
“What?”
Arnold’s eyes filled with tears again.
“Ben hasn’t slept in three days.”
I stared at him.
“Why?”
“Because Emily disappeared last night.”
My blood ran cold.
“What?”
“She was in Room 814.”
I looked toward the elevator.
“No.”
“She was gone when the nurses came in this morning.”
“And Ben?”
Arnold swallowed.
“He was the last person seen with her.”
The elevator doors opened.
I stepped inside.
As the doors began closing, Arnold shouted,
“Whatever Ben tells you, please let him finish!”
But I barely heard him.
Because on the hospital floor beneath my feet, there was a piece of paper I hadn’t noticed before.
A tiny handwritten note.
One sentence.
She knows who took me.
