The SUV stopped at the security barrier.

I held up the encrypted key fob Rowan had given me.

The driver took it and pressed it against the reader on the dash.

The metal gate swung open with a heavy groan.

We parked in the rear delivery bay, hidden from the main road.

Marcus opened his door and stepped out into the rain.

“Let’s go,” he said.

I climbed out, my legs weak and trembling.

We ran inside the heavy steel doors, which clicked shut and locked behind us.

The air inside was warm and smelled of antiseptic and floor wax.

An older man in a white lab coat came running down the hallway.

“Maren,” Dr. Evans said, his face pale. “Are you alright?”

“Where are my boys?” I demanded.

“They are upstairs in the secure ward,” he said. “They are sleeping.”

“And Rowan?” the doctor asked, looking behind us. “Where is the baby?”

“He is coming,” I said, though my voice lacked confidence.

“We need to prepare the sterile room,” Marcus told the doctor. “Rowan will be here soon. He has the infant.”