The antiseptic air of the hospital room was suffocating, thick with the scent of bleach and broken dreams. Clara sat on the edge of the stiff, plastic-covered bed, her shoulders shaking with the kind of primal, hollow grief that only a mother knows. She had been told her newborn daughter was gone—a tragic, unexplained complication.

Cole looked at her like she was insane. "Sarah, that building is a fortress. Thorne’s private security has the place locked down."

"If we run, we look over our shoulders for the rest of our lives," Sarah stated, her eyes burning with maternal fury. "Dr. Thorne’s master ledger is inside that hospital. The buyers, the bank accounts, the names of every stolen baby. If we get the ledger, we destroy her empire."

Cole gripped the steering wheel, a slow, grim smile spreading across his face. "The servers are in the sub-basement. Biometric locks. I could never get in."

"I can," Maya spoke up from the backseat. Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "When I was hiding the baby, I watched them use the basement elevator. The doctor typed a code. 4-9-9-1. I remember the sounds the buttons made."

Sarah looked at her brilliant, brave daughter. "Okay. Cole stays in the truck with the kids. Keep the engine running. I'm going in."