The shouting, the apologies, it all felt distant, muffled. Her mind drifted to the sound of James’s voice the day he left, to the doubt in his eyes that she’d mistaken for grief. When the noise died down, Mrs. Graham turned to her. “We’ll fight this,” she said firmly. “We’ll make sure they pay.” Emily nodded, her voice soft. “If you need a statement, I’ll give one.” Mrs. Graham blinked.
“You’re not angry?” Emily looked down at the sleeping baby in her arms. The child she’d held through every storm, loved through every accusation. “I don’t have any anger left,” she said quietly. “I just want to take her home.” Dr. Wilson opened her mouth, but Emily was already standing. “Please… just keep me updated.”