I was screaming for security, my voice raw and desperate. Natalie began crying, her newborn wails piercing the chaos, a sound that tore my soul apart. Kenneth continued blocking the nurses, physically shoving one who tried to bypass him.

“You have three seconds,” Lorraine said, moving Natalie even closer to the ledge. “Three… Two…”

The door exploded inward.

Three security guards burst into the room, a wall of uniforms, followed immediately by James. My husband’s face went white as he registered the scene—his wife bleeding, his daughter dangling over a four-story drop.

He didn’t hesitate. He launched himself at Kenneth, catching my brother off guard with a primal roar, sending him stumbling backward into the medical equipment.

The nurses rushed forward, and one of them went straight for Lorraine. “Put the baby down!” the head security guard bellowed, his hand on his radio. “Put her down now!”

Lorraine pulled Natalie back from the window slightly but kept moving, trying to use the baby as a human shield against the approaching guards. James was on the floor, raining blows down on Kenneth. Veronica released me and spun to face the security team, her face contorted with rage.