You were supposed to meet Addison for dinner. Nothing fancy—just something casual after a long week of work. She’d had a long shift, and you’d offered to bring takeout to her place. She texted you back: Perfect. Pad Thai, please. I’ll unlock the door.

But twenty minutes later, your phone rings. Not Addison. A nurse. A familiar one. Your stomach sinks.

“She fell,” the voice says gently. “She slipped on some wet stairs outside the hospital. Hit her head. She’s stable, but… shaken up.”

You’re already out the door before they finish talking.