two people had it at the restaurant where I work. They left suddenly and came here.”
Her expression changed.
She looked at the poster again.
Then she started typing.
“What did they look like?”
I described the couple.
Seconds passed.
They felt like hours.
Finally, she shook her head.
“There’s nobody registered under Evelyn Mercer.”
My hope collapsed.
Then she stopped.
“Wait.”
She typed again.
Her expression became more serious.
“There is an unidentified woman.”
I stepped closer.
“What?”
“She was admitted several weeks ago. She was confused when she
