It wasn't Caitlin that woke us up in the morning, but the ringing phone. Rolling over, I answered as I looked at the clock. Almost seven, my baby will be waking up any minute screaming her head off.

"Hello."

"Mr. Lyon, this is the nurse at the hospital. Your charge is ready to be discharged later this morning and we were wondering if you'd made any arrangements to have her picked up?"

What the fuck?

"There seems to be some sort of misunderstanding. I don't ...