Ellen's POV

“Is this about our child?” I asked, keeping my tone even despite the turmoil churning within me. Nathan, seated across from me, exhaled slowly, his face a mask of guarded restraint.

“My priority is getting you out of here as quickly as possible, and that’s happening,” he said, his voice measured. We were in a stark corridor outside a Manhattan courtroom, where my trial for attempted kidnapping was underway.

“The lawyer I hired is top-notch for cases like this. He ...