Jacob hesitated, trying to find the right words. “Uh, yeah,” he stammered. “I’m looking for someone—a girl named Lena. I think she might be here.” The man’s eyes narrowed. “This is a private facility. If you’re not a patient or family, I can’t help you.”
Jacob felt a wave of frustration. He was sure Lena was there, but the man’s serious tone made Jacob realise he needed to be careful about what he said next. “She left something in my car,” Jacob explained calmly. “I just wanted to return it.”