“Keep your hands visible.”
“She’s unstable,” Margaret said. “She’s been acting strangely since the birth. She attacked me when I tried to calm the baby.”
“That is false.”
“She’s heavily medicated!”
A nurse approached my bed.
“Mrs. Carter, we need you to lie back.”
“I will lie back when my son is removed from that woman’s arms.”
Margaret began to cry.
It was astonishing how quickly she summoned tears.
“I only came to help. My son warned me she might become violent.”
The words hit harder than the slap.
My son warned me.
Ethan.
Ruiz spoke into his radio.
