…A chill ran down my spine as the voice echoed ominously in the sterile hospital room. Daniel, my husband, tightened his grip on my hand, his eyes darting to the windows and doors, assessing potential escape routes.
Detective Sanchez barked orders into her radio, calling for backup and securing the exits, while the nurse quickly retreated to the safety of the corridor. Emma, my sister, sat on the hospital bed, completely shell-shocked, her face a mask of disbelief and fear.
The baby, blissfully unaware of the chaos around him, continued to sleep peacefully. I felt a wave of protectiveness wash over me. This child, whoever he was, needed someone to care for him. But the situation was rapidly evolving into something far more dangerous than any of us had anticipated.
