Miller took it and nodded.

“This is enough to freeze Vance’s local accounts,” he said. “It will cripple his ability to pay his people.”

“Then go do it,” I said. “And keep them away from my son.”

I didn’t wait for his reply.

I turned and walked out of the office, heading straight back to the stairs.

My heart was pounding, but my hands had stopped shaking.

When I reached the third floor, the pediatric wing was quiet again.

I walked down the hallway to Luca’s room and knocked twice.

Dr. Sullivan opened the door from the inside, his face relaxing when he saw it was me.

“Is it done?” he asked.

“She’s gone,” I said. “The police took her.”

Dr. Sullivan nodded slowly.

“Good,” he said. “She was a disease in this hospital.”

I walked over to the crib and looked down at Luca.

His breathing was slow and even, the monitor showing his oxygen levels at ninety-six percent.

His small fingers were curled around the edge of his blanket.

“He’s doing much better, Lauren,” Dr. Sullivan said softly. “The medication is working. The crisis has passed.”