“You’re in Boston,” Caleb said.
“I was.”
Hannah looked at the phone.
Six minutes.
He had known.
Somehow, Ryan had known today was coming.
The monitor shrieked.
Dr. Mercer moved fast.
“Baby B is crashing. We are going now.”
Caleb grabbed the clipboard from her hand.
“I said no.”
The paper bent in his fist.
And that was when Hannah did something no one expected.
She lifted her hand, weak and shaking, and signed the consent form against the gurney rail with a pen Denise pushed into her fingers.
Her signature came out crooked.
But it was hers.
Hannah Elise Carter Whitmore.
Not Caleb’s permission.
Not Caleb’s property.
Hers.
Dr. Mercer took the paper.
“Move.”
The team surged.
Wheels unlocked.
The gurney turned toward the double doors.
Caleb stepped in front of it.
“For God’s sake,” he said, loud enough for the whole unit to hear. “She has anxiety. She’s been unstable for weeks. Check her file.”
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