His voice carried down the long hall, bouncing off the polished limestone walls.

“I don’t care if he’s in surgery. Pull him out.”

He stopped near a stone pillar, thirty feet from where I stood waiting for the elevator.

His eyes were bloodshot, staring at the floor as he listened.

“Doc,” Callum said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

He turned his back to the reporters, but I could still hear every word in the cavernous space.

“The judge just signed the freeze.”

He paused, listening.

“We need to shift the focus,” Callum said. “The medical reports. The ones from last month.”

He ran a hand through his hair, disrupting the neat style.

“You need to adjust the admission dates. Make it clear she was admitted for psychiatric evaluation, not a routine prenatal check.”

I stood perfectly still, my back to him, staring at the brass elevator doors.

The indicator light showed the car was rising from the lobby.

“I don’t care about the board,” Callum hissed into the phone. “If she is declared mentally unfit, the custody order is void.”