Chapter 7 - The Midnight Blueprint

The horror in the room deepened as Ethan laid out the rest of the devastating evidence. The screenshots on the television screen shifted, displaying digital receipts, calendar schedules, and shipping confirmations that Ethan had uncovered from Clara’s cloud storage.
"She found out that vulnerable teenager is being induced tomorrow morning at 6:00 a.m.," Ethan explained, his voice shaking with righteous anger. "Yesterday, Clara went online and bought a brand-new infant car seat, a set of genuine nurse scrubs, and downloaded tomorrow's shift change schedules for the maternity ward to find the exact window when the staff is rotating."
Gasps of sheer terror echoed through the room. Clara had planned an execution-style abduction. She had told everyone she was delivering at an exclusive, secluded birthing center that didn't actually exist. Her grand finale was set: she intended to disappear tonight, sneak into the hospital wearing nurse scrubs during the chaotic shift change tomorrow morning, and walk out with a stolen newborn baby—claiming to the world that it was the biological child she had carried for nine months.
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"She even practiced forging birth certificates," Ethan continued, scrolling through PDF mock-ups on the screen. "She bought a high-end hospital-grade breast pump, cases of specialized formula, and had been taking powerful hormone supplements prescribed illegally online to actually induce lactation so she could feed the stolen baby herself and maintain the lie forever."
Clara rose unsteadily to her feet, her eyes wild with desperation. The foam belly had shifted completely sideways, dangling awkwardly from its Velcro straps against her thigh. Elena couldn't take it anymore; with a sob of pure betrayal, she stepped forward and ripped the entire prosthetic contraption away from Clara’s body, hurling the heavy silicone and foam mass across the room where it landed with a dull thud at Ethan’s feet.