Reeves smiled without warmth. “Thank you for the confirmation, Ms. Varn. We’ll be seizing those accounts today.”

The double doors swung open again, and paramedics rushed in with a gurney, boots thudding against the marble.

An EMT dropped to his knees beside me, hands moving fast to check my vitals. “Ma’am, your blood pressure’s spiking. We need to get you to the hospital now.”

I gripped his sleeve. “My baby. Is my baby okay?”

“We’re going to move fast. You’re in good hands now,” he said, signaling his partner.

As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Daniel jerked his shoulder free of the agent’s grip just enough to stumble a step closer.