My heart skipped a beat as I looked down at the screen.

It was a new message from the same unknown number.

I tapped the screen, my fingers trembling.

*We are coming to get the baby,* the message read.

*You cannot keep him from us.*

I stared at the words, the room suddenly spinning around me.

“Officer,” I gasped, holding the phone out to Harris.

Before he could take it, the heavy double doors at the end of the hallway burst open.

The sound of loud, angry voices echoed down the quiet corridor.

I stood up from the bed, my instincts screaming at me to shield Rowan’s incubator.

Through the small glass window of my room, I saw a shadow moving quickly toward us.

The shadow resolved into a tall man in a tailored charcoal suit, his leather shoes clicking sharply against the linoleum.

Behind him, two hospital security guards were trying to hold him back by his arms.

“You cannot be in this ward, sir,” one guard said, his voice strained.

The man ignored them, his gaze scanning the rooms until it locked onto mine.