“We reviewed corridor footage. At 2:17 a.m., a woman matching Donna’s description left your hallway carrying a bundled infant. She returned minutes later without one.”

The room went silent.

Megan gasped. “That means—”

“We need to locate your mother-in-law immediately,” Alvarez said. “And your husband.”

Ryan arrived an hour later, dressed for business, eyes scanning the room like he was calculating exits. Donna followed, clutching a rosary, wearing the practiced expression of a woman ready to be wronged.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, reaching for me. “I’ve been praying.”

Alvarez stepped between us. “Ma’am, please wait outside.”

Ryan raised a hand. “We’re not speaking without a lawyer.”

“You’re entitled to one,” Alvarez said calmly. “But we have sufficient cause to ask questions.”

“Questions about what?” Donna snapped.

Alvarez showed her the footage. “Why you were seen carrying an infant out of the maternity hall at 2:17 a.m.”

Her face hardened. “I carried a blanket.”

“We also recovered a hospital bracelet from Nurse Marsh’s locker,” Alvarez added. “Do you know her?”

Donna’s grip tightened on the rosary.

Megan cried out, “Where is my baby?”