“Excuse me, Mrs.—” Clara called out, but Eleanor ignored her, pushing Lily forward.
Just as they reached the revolving doors, two plainclothes social workers appeared, blocking their path.
“Eleanor, we need to speak with you and Lily before you leave,” the lead social worker stated calmly.
Eleanor spun around, her polished facade completely crumbling. “This is harassment! We are leaving now!” she shrieked, tightening her grip on Lily’s elbow. Lily looked up at Clara, a flicker of hope—or was it relief?—in her exhausted eyes.
“Lily, the social worker needs to ensure your baby’s safety,” Clara said, focusing only on the young mother. “It’s okay to tell the truth now.”
Eleanor suddenly shoved Lily forward and made a dash for the open cab door, trying to yank the baby from her arms. Lily held on, twisting away.
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