Eleanor recovered first.

“This is a private family matter,” she said. “You may leave.”

“I’m the attending physician,” he replied. “I won’t be leaving.”

Julian turned to me. “Listen carefully, Vivian. You’re broke. Exhausted. Alone. Sign temporary custody over to me today, and I’ll cover the hospital bill.”

I looked at my newborn, his tiny fingers curled like he was holding on to life itself.

“No.”

Eleanor stepped closer. “Don’t be stupid. We can give him a future. What can you give him? A motel room and pity?”

I smiled faintly.

That was my first mistake in their eyes.