I h:id my career as a judge from my mother-in-law. After my C-section, she stormed in with adoption papers, demanding one twin for her infe:rtile daughter. I clutched my babies and pressed the panic button

 

 

“You have five seconds to put my son back in his bassinet.”

She laughed.

I slammed my palm against the red wall button labeled CODE GRAY / SECURITY.

A siren sounded in the corridor.

Margaret jerked backward.

“What did you do?”

“Four.”

“You’re insane.”

“Three.”

Footsteps thundered outside.

“Two.”

The door burst open.

Four hospital security officers entered in formation, led by Chief Daniel Ruiz. Two nurses followed, one of them pushing an emergency cart. Ruiz’s hand hovered near the restraint device on his belt.