I watched them lead Grant away, his boots scraping against the polished hardwood floor.

Evelyn followed them, shouting names of lawyers into her phone as she hurried out of the lobby.

The restaurant fell into a dead silence.

Nathan turned to me, his expression softening just a fraction.

“We need to go,” he said, reaching down to grab his tablet and his phone.

“Now?” I asked, my hands shaking as I reached for my purse. “What about Rosie?”

“She’s with the nanny in the playroom downstairs, right?” Nathan asked.

I nodded.

“We get her, and we leave through the service exit,” Nathan said.

He slipped his phone into his pocket, but not before I saw another notification flash on the screen.

“What did you mean about the medical records?” I asked as we walked quickly toward the elevators.

“He’s been building a case against you for two years, Emily,” Nathan said, pushing the button for the lower level.

“He has receipts for medications you never took, and fake psychological evaluations.”

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.