My mother barged into my hospital room demanding the $25,000 I’d saved for my baby’s surgery to fund my sister’s wedding. When I refused, she struck my pregnant belly—my water broke instantly. As they kept demanding money, the door burst open.

Room 418.

At 11 p.m., my phone lit up.

We’re coming.

I called Graham.

“They’re coming here,” I whispered.

“Okay,” he said calmly. “Detective Brennan and I will be nearby. Stall them. Hit the call button if they touch you.”

The next afternoon, maintenance staff “checked” smoke detectors.

Small cameras appeared near the ceiling.

Nurses were informed.