“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Mitch pokes his head into Room 5B—“Safety check!”—then pokes it back out.
 
 “So does that mean Hannah’s back … from the castle?” Jordan’s embarrassed by the hope he can hear in his voice.
 
 “What makes you think that?”
 
 Jordan’s heart thuds heavy in his chest.Shit, shit, shit.
 
 At noon, he eats the stupidly expensive eclair he bought for Hannah.
 
 See, Renée, I wasn’t lying. It’s my lunch.
 
 It’s not even that good.
 
 DELIA F. BELMAN MEMORIAL PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL
 
 Patient Name:Hannah D
 
 Date:2/1/23
 
 Therapist:Dr. Nicholas
 
 OBSERVATIONS
 
 APPEARANCE:
 
 Neat
 
 Inappropriate
 
 Other
 
 Disheveled
 
 Bizarre
 
 SPEECH:
 
 Normal
 
 Disorganized
 
 Other
 
 Pressured
 
 Impoverished
 
 EYE CONTACT:
 
 Normal
 
 Avoidant
 
 Intense
 
 Other
 
 MOTOR ACTIVITY: