Maybe she had concealed something that legally belonged to me.
Before I could speak, Leo’s monitor erupted into a shrill alarm.
Hannah rushed into the room, followed by Dr.
Rivera.
The numbers on the screen were falling.
Dr.
Rivera began giving urgent instructions.
“His blood pressure is dropping, and we need everyone except the clinical team outside.”
I couldn’t move.
“What’s happening to my baby?”
Hannah guided me toward the doorway.
“We need room to treat him, Clara.”
David wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
I watched the doctors gather around Leo’s tiny body.
A nurse hurried past carrying additional medication.
Dr.
Rivera’s voice rose above the alarms.
“Start the emergency support now.”
Then someone pulled the curtain across my son’s bed.
And I was left standing in the hallway, wondering whether my mother had stolen my future while my little boy’s future slipped away.
