“You state under oath that Dr.

Samuel Wallace gave an unlabeled controlled drug on eight separate occasions without recording it on the master chart.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Every afternoon between two and four o’clock while Christopher watched from the doorway.”

“Why didn’t you report this to emergency services on the first day?” Miller asked.

I squeezed my left wrist with my right hand until my fingernails went white against my skin.

“Because I had twenty-four dollars in cash left in my bag and nowhere to take my baby if Christopher threw us out on the street.”