For the first time in their lives, the Rosales men didn’t look powerful. They looked old, and cornered, and caught.

Federal agents, paramedics, and child protective workers swept the building. Abraham shouted the names of politicians, threatened careers, promised lawsuits — and the agents cuffed him without a flicker.

Nina came in with the medical team, who took charge of the carrier.

“Vitals are stable,” the lead paramedic said. “We need him in the neonatal unit now.”

A senior agent lifted a hand as Hayden moved to follow. “Captain Stanton, we need your statement.”

Hayden looked toward the door his son had just gone through. “My statement starts at the hospital, next to my wife.”