“Our tech specialist is already inside looking at the hallway closet.”

“Did you find my phone?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Miller said.

“But your sister-in-law is going to have to wait by the cruiser while we finish our search.”

“I’ll call you back as soon as we have the footage from the receiver.”

The line went dead.

I sat back down on the edge of the hospital bed, my legs suddenly feeling like water.

Sarah put her hand on my shoulder, her grip firm and reassuring.

“You did the right thing,” she said.

“They are going to find the evidence, Marissa.”

“If those cameras were recording, Landon and Patricia are in serious trouble.”

I looked back at the blue light of the incubator, watching Rowan’s tiny chest rise and fall.

I knew Landon.

I knew how his mother operated.

They would not just let this happen without a fight.

They would lie, and they would find a way to turn this around on me.

Suddenly, the phone in my hand buzzed again.

A text message popped up on the screen from an unknown number.