The door pushed wider.

A nurse I hadn’t seen before walked in, carrying a metal tray with a syringe.

“It’s time for the baby’s next treatment,” she said, her eyes not meeting mine.

She walked straight toward Sam’s crib.

I stepped in front of her, my heart freezing in my chest.

“Who ordered that?” I asked.

The nurse finally looked at me, her face pale and devoid of expression.

“Dr. Albright,” she said.

“But Dr. Albright left two hours ago,” I said.

She didn’t answer, her hand reaching for the IV port on Sam’s little arm.

I reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Stop,” I said.

The nurse did not flinch, but her grip on the syringe tightened.

“Mrs. Sullivan, if you interfere with medical staff, the deputy outside will remove you immediately.”

The threat was clear.

If I fought, they would throw me out of the hospital, leaving Sam entirely unprotected.

If I didn’t, I had no idea what was in that needle.

I looked at the syringe, then at the door, waiting for Leo to walk through.

But the hallway remained empty.