“I see the screenshots,” Naomi said, her voice sharp and focused.

“This changes things.”

“If we can prove he is a flight risk, the judge will reject his petition immediately.”

“But we need to verify those ticket purchases.”

“I’ll contact the airline’s legal department immediately and issue an emergency subpoena.”

“Can you do that before tomorrow morning?” I asked, looking toward the bassinet.

“I’ll make it happen,” Naomi said.

“But Tessa, you need to be prepared.”

“Grant is going to play dirty tomorrow.”

“He knows he’s cornered.”

“I know,” I said, my voice hardening.

“But he doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.”

I ended the call and set the phone down.

I looked over at Evelyn, who had just nudged her tiny hand out of the swaddle.

Her fingers curled into a small fist.

I reached over and touched her soft skin, a quiet vow forming in my heart.

Nobody was going to take her from me.

Not Grant, not his lawyers, not anyone.

The door to my room opened slowly, and a nurse stepped inside carrying a tray.