“This is my baby,” I said.

Julian snorted. “For now.”

The doctor stepped between them and the bassinet. His name badge read Dr. Marcus Thorne. His face had changed from shock to something colder, sharper.

Eleanor noticed him and stiffened.

“Marcus?” she said.

The room fell silent.

Julian’s smile disappeared. “What are you doing here?”

Dr. Thorne stared at him. “Delivering a child you abandoned.”

Something passed between them—something old and poisonous.