“She knows which hospital you’re at, Jake,” Marcus said.

My heart stopped.

“How?” I whispered.

“She’s been tracking Megan’s phone,” he said. “She has a contact in the admissions office. She’s already on her way.”

“She has a restraining order,” I said, my voice rising. “The police will arrest her.”

“She doesn’t care about the police anymore, Jake,” Marcus said.

A heavy silence hung on the line.

“She thinks that baby belongs to her,” he said.

I heard a click, and the line went dead.

I stared at the screen as it went black.

Just then, the door to the changing room creaked open.

I shoved the phone deep into my pocket and turned around, my heart hammering against my ribs.

It wasn’t my mother.

A young nurse in blue scrubs stood in the doorway, holding a stack of clean towels.

She startled when she saw me, her eyes widening.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, her voice soft. “I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

“It’s fine,” I muttered, my hands shaking as I brushed past her.

I hurried back down the hallway, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead.