Security waited nearby.

At 2:06 p.m., my mother stormed into Room 418.

No greeting.

“Transfer the money,” she demanded.

“I’m in labor monitoring,” I said. “It’s for my baby.”

“She’s not even born yet!” my mother snapped. “Taylor’s wedding is in June.”

“We’re not leaving until you send it,” my father added.

“No.”

My mother stepped closer.