Chapter 3 - THE EMPTY BASSINET
June returned to me under guard.
Two nurses rolled her bassinet into the room, checked my wristband, checked hers, scanned both, and read each number aloud.
No one trusted a silent match anymore.
Her temperature had dropped slightly while she lay in the consultation room, but warming restored it. Her glucose remained normal. The pediatrician found no sign of physical injury.
I touched her cheek with one finger.
My body recognized her before any machine confirmed the band.
Her nose tilted slightly left. A pale crescent marked the skin beneath her right ear. When she cried, she pulled one fist against her chin.
I had watched those details through the first night.
Rebecca stood at the nursery window holding Ava.
She knew her baby too.
Hospital administrators placed both infants under constant observation while legal counsel contacted the county court. The tampered bands meant ordinary identification procedures were no longer enough.
Blood samples were drawn from both babies and both mothers.
Luke refused to provide one until police obtained a warrant.
That refusal became the first fact he could not explain as panic.
Detective Mara Cole interviewed me while I fed June.
“Did your husband ever discuss concerns about the baby’s identity?”
“No.”
“Did you use fertility treatment?”
The question surprised me.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Northbridge Fertility Center.”
Rebecca looked through the open connecting door.
“So did I.”
Luke’s head lifted from across the room where an officer guarded him.
The detective noticed.
“What is your occupation, Mr. Mercer?”
He hesitated.
“I am an attorney.”
“For whom?”
“My practice represents several healthcare companies.”
“Does it represent Northbridge Fertility?”
Luke’s lawyer arrived before he answered.
He was released from the hospital after several hours because police had not yet completed the evidence review and both babies had been recovered unharmed. He was ordered not to contact Rebecca, enter the nursery, or be alone with either child.
The hospital barred him from the floor.
Before leaving, he looked at me.
“Claire, you have to listen before they turn this into something it isn’t.”
“You removed our daughter’s identification.”
“I was preventing a larger mistake.”
“You hid June in an empty room.”
“For minutes.”
“She is fourteen hours old.”
His lawyer pulled him toward the door.
Eli stood beside my bed.
Luke looked at him last.
“You misunderstood what you saw.”
Eli’s face tightened.
“I saw your hands.”
Luke left.
Hospital risk management copied every camera file, access log, scanner alert, and staff entry record.
The woman who helped him remained unidentified.
Then Camille returned with an old admission form.
Both my file and Rebecca’s listed the same emergency contact number for Northbridge Fertility.
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The number did not belong to the clinic.
It belonged to Luke’s private office.
