Sandra watched, her heart hammering against her ribs, as Jake was led away. He looked back at her once—not with guilt, but with a look of sheer, paralyzing confusion.
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As soon as the door clicked shut, the room became a hive of hushed, frantic activity. The nurses moved the bassinet closer to the far wall and positioned themselves between Sandra and the door, their eyes constantly darting toward the hallway.
“What is happening?” Sandra rasped, her voice trembling. “Is my baby okay?”
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“The baby is healthy, Sandra,” the nurse whispered, checking Sandra’s pulse. “But we’ve had a ‘Red Flag’ notification from the National Database. We need to talk to you about your husband.”
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