“With these documents and the medical history of instability we have provided, the judge will grant bail immediately.”

“And the hospital has no choice but to honor the medical proxy until a judge reviews your forgery claim next week.”

“She is being transferred to a private psychiatric facility in Indiana tonight,” Dr. Chen added, looking down at his clipboard.

“It is for her own safety, Mr. Miller.”

“No,” I said, stepping backward. “You can’t do this.”

“She is seven months pregnant.”

“Which is exactly why she needs proper psychiatric care,” Vance said, closing his briefcase with a sharp click.

“Your mother only wants what is best for her grandchild, Jake.”

I turned away from them and ran down the hallway toward the maternity ward.

“Mr. Miller, you cannot go back there!” Dr. Chen called out behind me.

I ignored him, my heavy boots pounding against the linoleum.

I pushed through the double doors of the intensive care unit.

The hallway was lined with machines, their screens glowing in the dim light.

I found Megan’s room at the end of the hall.