I could hear her breathing, slow and calculated.

“Then we will just have to change the narrative,” Patricia said.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“You’ll see soon enough, Marissa,” she said. “Enjoy your time with the baby while you still can.”

The line went dead.

I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my throat.

“Marissa?” Arthur asked, stepping closer. “What did she say?”

“She’s coming for Rowan,” I whispered. “She’s trying to take him.”

“She can’t do that,” Arthur said. “The evidence is against them.”

“She has money, Arthur,” I said, a wave of panic washing over me. “She has connections. She’s going to lie.”

“Then we tell the truth,” Arthur said, his eyes firm. “And we fight.”

I looked back at Rowan, sleeping peacefully in his incubator.

He looked so innocent, completely unaware of the storm gathering around him.

I knew I couldn’t let my fear paralyze me again.

I had to be ready for the emergency hearing.

I sat down in the chair next to the incubator and opened my email on my phone.