Chapter 5 - The Medical Trap

Before I could lunge for his phone, the heavy wooden bedroom door swung open wider, and two figures in casual jackets stepped into the hallway.
Local paramedics. Followed closely by a man in a crisp white dress shirt carrying a medical clipboard—Dr. Higgins.
My primary care physician. The man who had delivered both of my children.
“Erin,” Dr. Higgins said, stepping into the room with a practiced, sorrowful expression that made my skin crawl. “Ryan called me earlier expressing deep concern for your mental well-being. Given the acute hormonal shifts following childbirth, it’s not uncommon for mothers to experience severe paranoia and detachment from reality.”
I stood frozen near the bassinet where Owen was sleeping peacefully, my hands clenched into tight fists at my sides. “Dr. Higgins, look at me. Do I look like I’m suffering from acute psychosis? My husband forged my signature to steal my company and cover up his illegal gambling debts, and now he’s trying to institutionalize me so he can finalize a fraudulent sale!”
Dr. Higgins sighed, shaking his head slowly as he glanced at the two paramedics. “Classic projection and persecutory delusions. Exactly as described in the affidavit.”
“You didn't even examine me!” I shouted, stepping protectively in front of the bassinet. “You haven't spoken to me in three weeks! This is an illegal kidnapping under the guise of a medical hold!”
“Ma’am, please step away from the crib,” one of the paramedics said calmly, stepping forward with a leather restraint strap in his hand. “We’re just here to ensure you get a proper evaluation at Saint Jude’s Medical Center. Nobody is trying to hurt you.”
“Don't touch me!” I backed away, my eyes darting around the room for an escape route. The window was too high. The door was blocked by Ryan, Marlene, and the two paramedics.
Paige suddenly appeared in the hallway behind them, her face pale with terror. “Mom! Don't let them take you! Dad, you’re a monster!”
“Paige, go to your room!” Ryan snapped, not even turning around to look at his daughter. “This is adult business!”
“You’re stealing her company! I heard everything you said in the garage!” Paige screamed, throwing herself against Ryan’s back, fists hammering against his shoulders. “Leave her alone!”
Ryan cursed, spinning around to shove Paige off him. As he did, the distraction opened a three-foot gap in the doorway.
It was my only chance.
I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand, shoved it into my back pocket, and bolted past Marlene before she could grab my arm.
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“Stop her!” Marlene shrieked, clawing at my shirt as I flew past.
Fabric ripped, but I broke free, sprinting down the hallway toward the stairs with the paramedics hot on my heels.