Less than two minutes after I pressed the hidden button, loud footsteps thundered down the hallway. The pounding on the hospital room door was so hard that the walls seemed to shake. My family’s confident expressions vanished instantly.
The door flew open and hospital security rushed inside. Two police officers followed close behind. My father stepped backward while my brother tightened his grip on baby Mason, suddenly realizing things were no longer under his control.
“Put the baby down immediately,” one officer ordered. The authority in his voice left no room for argument. My brother hesitated for only a second before carefully returning my son to the bassinet.
As nurses surrounded me and checked my condition, my mother started shouting excuses. My father demanded to know who had called security. I simply lay there holding my daughter and saying nothing-
