Vivian hugged Leo tighter and lifted her chin. “She’s delusional,” she said. “I’m saving him from her.”
Tasha moved before the sentence was finished. She stepped in, slid one arm under Leo’s back, and took him from Vivian with the clean speed of a nurse who trusted her hands more than anyone’s story.
Leo let out one furious cry, then settled against Tasha’s shoulder. The air rushed back into my lungs so hard it hurt.
Vivian reached after them. Ruiz stepped between her and the bassinet. “Don’t,” he said.
His eyes went from the red print on my cheek to the papers on my tray, then back to my face. “Judge Marlowe, are you injured?”
“My face and my incision,” I said. “She hit me, grabbed my son, and tried to walk out.”
