“You want to use this as leverage,” Naomi said.

“Yes,” I said.

“I want to give him a choice.”

“He signs over sole legal and physical custody of Lily, or I send this file to the federal prosecutor.”

Sienna looked at me, her eyes wide with fear.

“He’ll hate you,” Sienna whispered.

“He’ll try to destroy you.”

“He already tried,” I said, thinking of the empty nursery and the threats.

“But now, I have the key to his prison cell.”

Naomi looked at the screen, then back at me.

“It’s highly risky, Amelia,” Naomi said.

“But it might be the only way to end this quickly.”

“Let’s prepare the custody agreement,” I said.

“And make sure the transfer of custody is immediate and irrevocable.”

Naomi’s phone suddenly vibrated on the metal table, the buzz loud against the steel.

The screen lit up with an unknown number.

I stared at the glowing digits as the phone continued to ring.

Naomi slid her thumb across the glass screen and tapped the speaker button.

The quiet of the conference room vanished, replaced by the sound of heavy, ragged breathing.