“Yes,” I said. “That’s Patricia.”

Officer Hansen clicked on a second video file, switching the monitor to the camera mounted high on the ceiling directly above Rosalie’s clear plastic box.

The white digital clock in the top right corner of the screen read ten forty-five p.m.

We stood in complete silence as Patricia stepped into the frame and planted herself right beside the incubator.

Her hands reached toward the upper manifold where the thin white air lines connected to the wall supply.