“Yes, hi, I’m sorry,” Dakota says, straightening her dusty blouse and wiping her face. “It’s been a long night.” The doctor, a tall man with glasses and a crew cut, nods. “I understand. It’s a stressful time for everyone right now.” Dakota glances at Davis, who takes her hand. “You have news about my sister?” “I do.” He scans us all. “I’m Dr. Joy.”
