“I’m taking the album and the clothes,” Leo said. “And I’m locking the chest back up.”

“Get out of there, Leo,” I said. “Please.”

“I’m on my way down,” he said. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”

The call ended.

I lowered the phone and looked at Sam.

He stirred in his sleep, his little hand twitching.

I reached through the crib bars and touched his warm fingers.

“I won’t let her take you,” I whispered.

The heavy wooden door of the hospital room creaked open.

I turned, expecting to see Leo.

Instead, two men in dark suits stepped into the room.

They both wore badges on their belts.

“Grace Sullivan?” the first man asked.

“Yes,” I said, standing up.

“I’m Detective Miller,” he said. “This is Detective Vance. We’re with the Des Moines Police Department.”

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“We’re investigating the theft of your personal property,” Detective Miller said.

He pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket.

Inside the plastic was a familiar rose-gold phone case.

“We stopped your sister-in-law, Melanie Sullivan, downstairs,” Detective Vance said.