She’ll never forgive you.”

“Call them right now,” I told the guard.

The lead guard pressed the button on his walkie-talkie and raised it to his mouth.

“Dispatch, this is Unit Two.

We need a squad sent to the third-floor NICU for an active endangerment incident.”

The lead guard took my mother by the upper arm and started walking her toward the heavy double glass doors at the front of the unit.

“Get your hands off me right now,” my mother yelled, her voice echoing in the wide hallway outside.