“You may need support too, Mr.

Sinclair.”

“I will be fine.”

“That is a sentence parents say when they have no idea whether it is true.”

For once, I had nothing to say.

Then a child protection officer came, followed by two hospital security guards who stood near Maya’s door because Isabelle had finally shown up downstairs, screaming that I had kidnapped our daughter from her family.

I walked into the hallway just as the elevator doors opened.