“Get off her!” I screamed, the sound ripping from my throat as agony radiated through my head.

The door burst open as two nurses rushed in, their faces transforming from professional concern to horror as they took in the scene.

“Let her go right now!” the first nurse commanded, moving toward the bed to intervene.

Kenneth stepped into her path, his bulk blocking her approach effectively. “This is family business,” he grunted, shoving the nurse back. “You need to step back and let us handle it.”

The second nurse reached for the emergency call button near the wall, but Lorraine moved with surprising speed for a woman of her age. She didn’t go for the nurse. She crossed to the bassinet where Natalie slept, her movements deliberate and calculated.

My heart stopped beating. “Mom, what are you doing?” My voice came out strangled with terror.