Almost right.
Not quite.
Someone had copied my signature from somewhere. An old bank form, maybe. A tax return. A consent document from another procedure.
Almost right.
Not quite.
The difference made me shiver.
I had signed so many forms during those years. I had trusted the systems around me. Trusted the clinics. Trusted my husband.
Trust, I was learning, leaves a paper trail when it dies.
A knock sounded at the door.
We all turned.
The nurse from the hallway opened it a few inches. “Dr. Sinclair? I’m sorry. Your meeting starts in five minutes. Dr. Patel said she can cover for you.”
I swallowed.
Work. Patients. The hospital.
The life I had built when everything else collapsed.
“Thank her for me,” I said.
The nurse’s eyes moved once around the room—not curious, just concerned. “Of course.”
When the door closed, I realized my hands were shaking.
I folded them in my lap.
Connor noticed. He latched onto it immediately.
“There it is,” he said softly. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To punish me. To punish us because we moved on.”
I looked at the baby in Melinda’s arms.
He had Connor’s eyes.
Maybe mine too.
The thought was unbearable and magnetic at once.
“I don’t know what I want yet,” I said honestly. “I only know what was taken from me.”
Kenneth glanced at me. I knew that honesty would matter later. It mattered now too.
Melinda cried harder.
Connor leaned back, his expression shifting again, searching for a new angle. I had watched him do that for years. When charm failed, he used pity. When pity failed, blame. When blame failed, confusion. When confusion failed, he became the victim.
“You think a judge is going to rip a baby from the only mother he knows?” he said.
Melinda flinched.
I felt the accusation in my chest, because some part of me had already feared it.
“No,” I said. “I don’t.”
He blinked.
“I’m not here to hurt a child,” I continued. “I have spent my entire adult life helping children. I know what trauma does. I know what uncertainty does. I know babies are not property, not prizes, not proof that someone won.”
My voice softened despite myself.
