The world above me felt distant and surreal, like a scene from a movie I wasn’t a part of. The cold linoleum pressed against my cheek, grounding me in the reality of the situation. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum.

Emily remained motionless by the door, her small frame a fragile barricade against whatever was about to unfold. I could see her shoes, her favorite pair with the sparkly laces. She was so brave, standing there between them and me.

“Where is she?” the doctor’s voice was unfamiliar, his tone clipped and professional.

“She’s just delivered, she’ll be weak,” Linda said, her voice carrying an edge of satisfaction that made my skin crawl. “Check the bathroom.”

The doctor’s shoes shifted direction, moving away from the bed. I held my breath, terrified that even the slightest sound would give away my hiding place. My mind raced with possibilities, trying to piece together a coherent escape plan, but the fog of exhaustion clouded my thoughts.

I heard Emily’s voice, a small interruption in their search. “Mom went to see the baby,” she lied bravely. “She said she’d be back in a minute.”

“Impossible,” Linda snapped. “She wouldn’t leave without telling me.”

The doctor hesitated. “We’ll wait a moment. If she’s gone to see the baby, she should return soon.”

From my vantage point, I couldn’t see their faces, but I could sense the tension in the room. Emily stayed near the door, likely blocking any view of my shoes peeking out from under the bed.

Time dragged on, each second feeling like an eternity. I could hear the shuffling of feet, the impatient sighs, the murmured exchanges between Linda and the doctor. My heart raced faster, my mind screaming for a solution. I needed to think clearly, to protect Emily and my newborn son.

Then, faintly, I heard Mark’s voice from the hallway. Relief washed over me, mingled with a new wave of anxiety. He had to understand the danger, had to be on my side.

The door opened again, and Mark’s shoes entered the room. “What’s going on?” he asked, confusion lacing his tone.“We were just discussing some post-delivery care with Aimee,” Linda replied smoothly. “But she seems to have gone to see the baby.”

Mark’s footsteps moved closer to the bed. Please, I silently begged him, see me. Understand.He paused, the silence stretching thin, fragile. “Emily, where’s your mother?”

Emily hesitated, her voice wavering. “She went to see the baby.”

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Mark’s shoes moved toward the bed, and I held my breath. Then, slowly, deliberately, he crouched down, his eyes meeting mine. I saw the flicker of shock, followed by understanding. He straightened, turning to face the others.

“I’ll wait for her here,” he said firmly, positioning himself protectively between Linda and the door. “Why don’t you both check the nursery?”

The doctor hesitated, and I could feel Linda’s frustration simmering. But Mark’s authority left no room for argument. Begrudgingly, they left the room.

As the door clicked shut, Mark knelt beside the bed. “Aimee, what’s going on?”

I crawled out, my body aching, and pulled Emily into a tight embrace. “I don’t know, Mark,” I whispered, voice trembling. “But we need to get out of here. Now.”

He nodded, determination replacing confusion. Together, we moved quickly, quietly, gathering our things. My legs were unsteady, but Mark’s strong grip reassured me. Emily stayed close, her small hand clutching mine.

We slipped out of the room, avoiding the main corridors, navigating through the hospital’s maze-like hallways. Fear propelled us forward, the urgency of escape overriding everything else.

As we reached the parking lot, I glanced back one last time, the hospital looming behind us like a shadow.

“Mom,” Emily whispered, her voice a mix of fear and relief. “Are we safe now?”

I squeezed her hand, looking at Mark. “We will be,” I promised, though uncertainty gnawed at me. “As long as we stick together.”

With Mark leading the way, we drove away from the hospital, the road ahead uncertain. But in that moment, with my family around me, I felt a glimmer of hope, a promise of safety beyond the fear.