My hand began to tremble as I let go of the nurse’s wrist.

The door opened again, and Leo finally rushed into the room.

His jacket was wet with melted snow, and his face was pale.

“Grace,” he gasped, checking Sam first, then wrapping his arms around me.

“They tried to give him something,” I whispered against his shoulder. “But the tests came back clean, Leo. I’m cleared.”

Leo drew back, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with a cold anger I had never seen before.

“It was Melanie,” he said, his voice low and raspy.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She was the one who signed the visitor log under an alias this morning,” he said. “She helped my mother set this up.”

He held up his phone, showing me the dark image he had sent.

It was a photograph of Melanie’s car parked outside an apartment building downtown.

“She’s at her place on Grand Avenue,” Leo said. “She has the financial records. She knows where our money went.”

I looked at Sam, who had quieted down and was sucking on his pacifier.