The nurse unlocked the wheels of my chair.

As we rolled past Grant, he reached out his hand.

“Please,” he said.

His voice was different now.

It was the voice of a man who realized he had nothing left.

“Let me see them,” he whispered.

“They are my children too.”

I did not look at him.

“They were your children,” I said.

“Now they are just mine.”

We walked out of the courtroom and into the bright hallway.

The air felt cold.

The elevator ride down to the basement garage was silent.

I looked down at my hands.

They were shaking.

The nurse squeezed my shoulder.

“You did it,” she whispered.

“It is just the beginning,” I said.

The transport van was waiting in the loading bay.

They loaded my wheelchair inside.

Margaret climbed in after me.

The driver pulled out of the garage and into the city traffic.

Rain was beginning to fall against the glass.

“What happens now?” I asked Margaret.

“First, we secure the babies,” Margaret said.

“I have already contacted Dr. Sterling.”

“He is preparing the private pediatric wing for their transfer.”