“You should get some coffee,” she said softly. “You haven’t slept in twenty-six hours.”

I nodded, though I wasn’t tired. Adrenaline and purpose were coursing through my veins. “Do you need anything?”

“Just some ice chips. And maybe…?” She paused, her green eyes flickering toward the door. “Maybe check if the birth certificate paperwork is ready. I want everything official before we leave.”

There it was again, that edge of urgency beneath her gentle tone. It was the same edge I’d noticed a dozen times over the past nine months, always when discussing documents, accounts, or official records.