“Graham has sole custody,” I said quietly. “I haven’t been allowed near the girls in two years. There’s a restraining order.”
“I’m aware.” Dr. Whitman leaned forward. “But this is a medical emergency. You are Sophie’s biological mother and a potential donor. The restraining order does not supersede her right to life-saving medical care. You have every legal right to be here.”
“Does Graham know you called me?”
“Not yet. He left around six this morning to get Ruby from his sister’s house. He should be back within the hour.”
Which meant I had less than sixty minutes with my daughter before I had to face the man who had stolen two years of my life.
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