I had seen him take my notebook, shift a cup, straighten a tray, and complete Noah’s answers.

Now the records stayed on the table where he couldn’t rearrange their order into a different account.

A staff member arrived to explain that he needed to leave the floor under the restriction.

It was a supervised departure under hospital policy, not an arrest.

He picked up his jacket.

“You’re letting them decide what kind of father I am?”

“They’re deciding what access is safe during the review,” Dana said.

He waited for me to say something softer.