“Turn around," Jayden said, jaw locked.
“Riverfront's that way," Alvarez replied on speaker. “You walk into my scene, you make it worse."
“I'm not walking in," Jayden said, cutting across two lanes. “I'm stopping at St. David's."
“For what?"
“Proof."
“Proof of what?"
“That my wife—" he swallowed “—is actually pregnant."
Silence, then a short, tired exhale. “Two minutes," Alvarez said. “Then you drive where I tell you."
Jayden killed the call and swung into the ER bay. Rain hammered the awning. He was out of the car before it fully stopped.
Inside, triage buzzed. Dr. Wren spotted him like she'd expected gravity to deliver trouble.
“Back already?" she asked. “Didn't we just—"
“Labs," Jayden said. “I need the labs. Paper. My wife's."
“Mr. June—"
“Please." The word scraped.
She s
