By two o’clock I was in the family suite on the maternity floor, with Clara asleep in the clear bassinet beside my bed.

My hospital bag sat on the chair by the window, with Lucas’s folded cotton T-shirt still on top of it.

Samantha sat at the little table and opened her file.

She had the survivorship deed out of its folder and the assault report squared on top of it.

Officer Dwyer stood by the door with his cap under his arm.

The younger one, Ruiz, wrote in a spiral notebook.