I replayed the recording again.
The nursing supervisor watched without interrupting.
Two security staff members stood near the doorway.
The nurses who had restrained me were removed from my care immediately while the hospital opened an internal investigation.
My chart was changed so Margaret and Caleb could receive no information about me or the baby.
Then security told them to leave the patient floor.
Margaret refused at first.
“This is my grandchild.”
I looked directly at her.
“No.”
She blinked.
I had barely spoken above a whisper.
I didn’t need to.
“My child is not something you inherit because you want control.”
For the first time that day, Margaret looked uncertain.
Ryan opened the door.
“Go.”
She looked at him.
He didn’t move.
Caleb walked out first.
Margaret followed.
Her cream-colored sleeve brushed the doorframe as she passed, and then the hallway swallowed both of them.
Ryan closed the door.
