The interior was lined with cold, brushed steel.

My reflection looked pale, with dark circles bruising the skin under my eyes.

I looked down at Owen’s small face, his tiny hand clutching my collar.

“What if they find us here?” I asked.

“They won’t,” my father said.

We stepped out onto the fourth floor, the maternity ward.

The nurse at the desk looked up from her computer.

“Mrs. Parker?” she asked. “We have some papers for you to sign before your discharge tomorrow morning.”

“I’m her father,” Michael said, stepping between us. “We will handle the administrative details in her room.”

The nurse frowned, looking at the clipboard in her hand.

“There is a hold on the account,” she said. “The insurance company flagged the primary policy.”

“What kind of hold?” I asked.

“The policy holder, Ethan Parker, removed you from the coverage active this afternoon,” she said.

My breath caught in my throat.

“He can’t do that,” I said. “I’m still his wife.”

“He filed a separation notice,” the nurse said gently. “The system updated an hour ago.”

My father took the clipboard from her hand.