“When was this taken?” Julian asked, his voice tight.

“Exactly four minutes ago, sir,” the nurse whispered.

“She went toward the lower parking garage.”

Margaret did not look at the tablet.

She kept her eyes fixed on her son, her chin tilted upward.

“It does not matter where she goes,” Margaret said coldly.

“She has what belongs to this family.”

“She has my child,” I said, my voice shaking with a sudden, hot anger.

“She has my biological son, Margaret.”

“You stole him before he was even born.”

Samuel stepped between me and Margaret, his broad shoulders blocking her view of me.

He opened his leather briefcase and pulled out a slim, silver laptop.

“We knew you would try to move her, Mrs. Lawson,” Samuel said.

“That is why I prepared for this before we even entered the building.”

He set the laptop on the corner of the desk and typed rapidly.

The blue light reflected off his glasses, making his eyes look small and sharp.

“What are you doing?” Ethan asked, his voice high and thin.

He took a step backward, his hand brushing against a metal filing cabinet.