Thorne moved before Julian’s fingers could touch the paper.

He reached across the bed rail, caught Julian’s wrist in a firm grip, and twisted it slightly away from the bed.

“Touch her, and I’ll make sure the police get here before your lawyer does,” Dr.

Thorne said, his thumb pressing hard into the pulse point on Julian’s wrist.

The door swung wide open and hit the rubber wall stop with a dull thud.

Chloe Park walked into Delivery Room 3B, tapping her fountain pen three times against the yellow legal pad tucked in her left arm.