She walked over to Sam’s bassinet and looked down at him.

“We received a report this morning regarding the welfare of your child,” Ms. Vance said.

She clicked her pen.

“A report from whom?” I demanded, my voice rising.

“I can’t disclose the identity of the reporter,” she said calmly.

“But the allegations are very serious, Mrs. Sullivan.”

She looked at me, her eyes assessing my messy hair and the hospital gown I was still wearing.

“The caller indicated that you have been experiencing severe mental instability,” she said.

“And that your instability has led to the direct neglect of your infant son.”

The room seemed to tilt.

“That’s a lie,” I whispered.

“My mother-in-law is the one who neglected him. We brought him here to save him.”

Ms. Vance looked down at her clipboard and made a neat, precise note.

“The report states that you are prone to delusional episodes,” she continued.

“And that you are currently refusing to let family members assist in the child’s care due to paranoia.”

I reached out and grabbed the metal rail of my bed to steady myself.