The black armored SUV screeched to a halt at the emergency entrance of Mount Sinai Hospital.
Seth was already out of the car, his phone pressed to his ear, barking orders to his head of security.
I unbuckled my seatbelt, my hands trembling but my mind clear.
Seth opened my door and helped me out, his hand immediately going to my stomach.
Stay in the car, Elise, he said, his voice tight with panic. I have a tactical team sweeping the fourth floor. I will get your mother out.
No, I said, grabbing his arm. He is unhinged, Seth. If your men kick down the door, he will hurt her.
Elise, he is holding a scalpel to her throat. I am not letting you go in there.
He knows you, I said, looking up into his dark, terrified eyes. He knows you will shoot him. But he listens to me. I am the only one
