“I want Ethan, Patricia, and Courtney barred from this facility,” he said.

“I want them barred from your home.”

“If they come within five hundred feet of you or Owen, they will be arrested on sight.”

The door opened, and a nurse entered carrying a small plastic tray.

She had a cup of water and two small white pills.

“Your doctor ordered a mild sedative and your cardiac regulator, Hannah,” she said.

“Your heart rate is still dangerously high.”

I took the cup from her, my hand trembling so much the water spilled onto my hospital gown.

The cold liquid soaked through the thin blue fabric.

I swallowed the pills and handed the plastic cup back to her.

“Thank you,” I said.

“The baby is perfectly safe in the secure nursery,” the nurse added, her voice gentle.

“We have two guards posted at the double doors.”

“No one gets in without a matching wristband and photo identification.”

“Thank you,” my father said, nodding to her.

Once she left, the silence settled over the room again.

The digital monitor beside my bed hummed, its green line tracking my pulse.