They Asked for Thirty Lemon Desserts While My Newborn Fought to Breathe
I kept my hand flat on her back and felt her warm breath against my wrist.
“I’m pulling the hall camera footage for the officers right now,” Elena said quietly beside me.
“Thank you, Elena,” I said.
“The detective will want a full copy of the shift log too,” Elena added, holding her clipboard against her waist.
“I’ve already printed the incident sheet.”
At the end of the long tiled hallway, the silver elevator doors slid open with a low electronic chime.
My mother spun around in the guard’s grip, her face twisted as she screamed my name across the quiet wing.