“For security reasons,” I replied calmly, wiping blood from my lip, “I maintain a low public profile. I preside over federal criminal cases. Today, I happen to be the victim of one.”
I held Ruiz’s gaze.
“Place her under arrest. I will be filing charges.”
As officers secured her wrists, my husband, Andrew Whitmore, rushed into the room.
“What is happening?”
“She tried to take Noah,” I said evenly. “She claims you approved.”
Andrew hesitated—only for a second, but it was enough.
“I didn’t approve,” he said quickly. “I just… didn’t object. I thought we could talk about it.”
“Talk about giving away our son?” I asked.
“She’s my mother!”
“And they are my children.”
