“Step away from the incubator,” I said.

He laughed, a dry, humorless sound.

“You have no authority here,” Grant said, stepping in front of the transport unit to block my view of the babies.

“They are being transferred to a superior facility.”

“It is a lie,” I said, taking another agonizing step forward. “You forged the discharge papers.”

Vanessa stepped forward, her eyes flashing.

“The paperwork is fully executed, Chloe,” she said. “We have the legal right to move them.”

Just then, the red lights above the elevator doors turned to a solid, warning amber.

A sharp electronic chime sounded, and the elevator doors began to slide closed without the incubator inside.

Grant’s phone buzzed in his hand.

He looked down at the screen, his face suddenly tightening.

The elevator doors clicked shut, locking in place.

A heavy security gate at the end of the hall began to roll down with a loud, metallic clatter.

Grant looked up from his phone, his eyes burning with fury as he stared directly at Margaret, who was standing right behind me.

“What did you do?” he hissed.