Ethan nodded, his small hands still clutching the blanket. “They had a big red stamp on them. Confidential, it said. My mom showed me once. She said they were important to my doctor.”

Richard exchanged a glance with the chief administrator, whose face was now a mask of concern. The accusation was serious, and if true, could imply a breach of patient confidentiality—a grave violation in any medical institution.

“Nurse Jenna,” the administrator said, turning towards the woman, “we need to verify this immediately. Please come with us to the office.”