Selina means nothing — she never meant anything, I swear to you, I panicked, everything got out of control.

The baby, I didn’t—” He was reaching now, grasping, the words tumbling.

“Your son means something,” I said, and this stopped him, because it was not what he expected me to fight him on.

“That baby at St.

Catherine’s did nothing to anyone.

He is one hour old, and his father left him in the first hour of his life to come here and try to save a company.

Go back to the hospital, Flynn.