My heart slammed against my ribs, and I made myself smile.

Seven minutes.

I have thought a great deal about those seven minutes, and about the fact that I sent my child into that room.

At the time it felt like the only move I had.

If I stood and walked out with no proof, I would be the paranoid wife their story already described, and a court might have handed Kai back to the man across the table.

I needed a record.