"The documents refer to family follow-up assessments."
I stared at him.
"And who authorized those assessments?"
He scrolled to the bottom.
A signature appeared.
NIGEL ROWAN, MD.
My husband.
***
I left the hospital and drove with my mother to our family home.
I was not allowed to drive myself yet, but I refused to remain in the hospital while my children's names sat inside those records.
Nigel's car was in the driveway.
He opened the door before we reached it.
"Sarah."
I walked past him.
"Where are the children?"
"At your parents' house. They're safe."
I turned.
"Safe from whom?"
He looked exhausted.
"Sarah, please."
I held up the research documents.
"Both their names are here."
His face went pale.
"Where did you get those?"
"Dr. Harris."
Nigel stared at the papers.
Then he whispered:
"He wasn't supposed to have access to that."
I felt my heart stop.
"What?"
He shook his head.
