His cheek pressed against the grey dust, his eyes wide with fear.

“It wasn’t my idea,” Julian screamed, his voice cracking.

“Shut up, Julian,” Victoria said.

She stood perfectly straight as an agent pulled her arms behind her back.

The metal cuffs clicked shut in the quiet of the warehouse.

Victoria looked at me, her expression completely empty of regret.

“You have destroyed your husband’s legacy,” she said.

“He wasn’t my husband,” I said, my voice barely a gasp.

“Get her out of here,” the paramedic said.

They lifted me onto a gurney.

The movement sent a sharp, tearing pain through my lower back.

I groaned and closed my eyes.

“The baby,” I managed to say.

“We’re taking you to Cedars-Sinai,” the paramedic told me.

“We have a neonatal team waiting.”

Beside the gurney, Agent Harris walked quickly, keeping his hand on the ledger.

“I’ll keep this safe, Natalie,” Harris said.

“It’s evidence now.”

“The stream,” I whispered.

“It’s still live,” he said, looking at his own phone.

“The whole country saw it.”

They wheeled me out into the cool night air of the docks.