When my daughter was rushed to the hospital, I thought the worst was over. Then the doctor pulled me aside, gave me an envelope, and told me to vanish with my grandchildren before nightfall.

My daughter was lying bruised in a hospital bed after nearly dying, and he was still trying to paint her as unstable.

Dr. Carter’s voice sharpened instantly. “Security has already been informed about the situation.”

Brent’s smile froze.

I turned toward the doctor. “Can I see Emily?”

“Yes. Briefly. She needs rest, and he is not permitted inside without her consent.”

Brent stepped closer. “You can’t keep me from my wife.”