“Fine,” Grant said, releasing his grip on the transport handle.

“We will let the lawyers handle this.”

He turned to Vanessa. “Get the legal team on the phone. I want an emergency injunction by noon.”

“I am calling them now,” Vanessa said, tapping her phone.

The nurses quickly wheeled the incubator back through the double doors of the nursery.

I watched the small plastic canopy disappear behind the glass.

A wave of dizziness hit me, and I leaned heavily against the wall.

“We need to go to the lobby,” Margaret said, taking my arm.

“The administration wants this meeting moved away from the patient rooms.”

We walked slowly toward the service elevator.

Every step felt like walking on broken glass.

The elevator took us down to the main lobby.

The lobby was a massive space of gray granite and towering glass walls.

Outside, the morning sun was just hitting the concrete plaza.

Grant and Vanessa were already there, waiting by the security desk.

He did not wait for us to step out of the elevator before he started shouting.