“You’re sure it’s Kait?” I whispered. “There’s no chance it’s a mistake?”

“It’s Kait,” the woman said. “There was a picture ID in her wallet. She’s alive, but in critical condition. You need to prepare yourself for the fact that you may lose her.”

“A car wreck?” I couldn’t conceive of any other possibility.

“Your daughter’s been shot in the head,” the nurse said quietly.