Part 3Reborn, I Caught The Man Who Stole My Son

Detective Bennett pushed his way through the crowd with his team and taped off the room.

"Mr. Davis, we are here."

I nodded.

"Check the security cameras."

The hospital guards pulled up the footage. At 4:13 AM, the feed turned to static for exactly fifteen seconds.

"The baby never left the building." Detective Bennett confirmed.

"Search everything."

His officers started tearing the place apart.

Patient rooms, supply closets, cafeterias, operating theaters, bathrooms.

Room by room.

The crowd of onlookers in the hallway still had not dispersed.

People were whispering among themselves.

"The cameras were jammed. They are never getting that kid back."

"A baby that small? Whoever took him is long gone by now."

"These parents are unbelievable."

Evelyn sat inside the room, hearing every single word through the door.

She had stopped crying out loud.

She was terrifyingly quiet.

I stood in the hallway, waiting.

One of Bennett's officers ran up and shook his head.

Another officer jogged over and shook his head.

Someone in the crowd let out a cold laugh.

"What did I tell you? Gone forever."

I snapped my head in that direction.

The person quickly ducked behind the crowd.

Detective Bennett walked over and lowered his voice.

"Mr. Davis, we have swept every room on this floor. Nobody."

"The cameras at the exits did not catch anyone leaving."

"That means the child is still inside this building. A baby does not just vanish into thin air."

It was exactly like my past life.

Camera static, clueless nurses, and a baby evaporating from the face of the earth.

Evelyn had starved herself for three days, withering away into a skeleton.

She had told me that if we could not find him, she had no reason to live.

I leaned against the wall, sweat rolling down the back of my neck.

My brain was absolute mush.

My legs felt like they were made of water.

Bennett's team swept room after room, and every time, they came back shaking their heads.

I clenched my fists so hard my fingernails dug into my palms.

And then I saw Fiona.

She was standing behind the nurses' station, her white uniform immaculate, holding a paper cup of water.

She was watching the commotion just like everyone else.

Her face was completely devoid of emotion. Perfectly calm.

A memory from yesterday slammed into my mind.

She had told me she needed to take the baby for a hearing test, and I had blocked her.

I asked her a few extra questions about the paperwork, and she walked away.

She never came back.

But out of all the people working here, why was she the very first one to try and take my son?

With dozens of junior nurses on duty, why did the head nurse show up at my door personally?

"Fiona."

I barely registered my own voice calling her name.

She looked up, her eyes locking onto mine.

I started walking toward her.

The nurses' station was only a few yards away, but every step felt impossibly heavy.

She took a half-step backward.

"Mr. Davis..."

"Where is my son?"

"Excuse me?"

"Where is he?"

I grabbed the collar of her pristine white uniform and yanked her forward.

The paper cup slipped from her hands, smashing onto the floor.

"Give me my son back."

"Mr. Davis! What are you doing!"

Her face drained of color as she struggled and tried to pull away.

Two nearby nurses rushed over and grabbed my arms.

"Let her go!"

"You can not just assault people!"

I did not loosen my grip.

"Yesterday afternoon. You tried to take my son for a test, did you not?"

"I was just doing my rounds..."

"I asked you one question, and you left. You never came back."

"That is because you refused to let me take him!"

"And the second you left, my son disappeared."

Her hands clawed at my wrists, her nails digging into my skin.

"I did not do anything! I swear!"

The police officers rushed in.

Detective Bennett grabbed me from behind, pulling my arms back.

"Mr. Davis, let her go!"

He managed to drag me a few steps away.

Fiona slumped against the counter of the nurses' station, the collar of her uniform completely ruined.

She gasped for air, her eyes turning red.

"I did not do anything..."

Her voice started to tremble.

"I am just a regular nurse here. I came to ask a question yesterday, you said no, and I left."

"What does your missing baby have to do with me?"

A younger nurse patted her on the back.

"Fiona has been in the breakroom this entire shift. We can all vouch for her."

Another nurse glared at me. "You can not just throw baseless accusations around, Mr. Davis."

The crowd in the hallway started up again.

"Oh, look at that. He can not find his kid, so he assaults a nurse."

"What did that poor woman do to deserve that?"

"Rich people are all the same. The second something goes wrong, they find a scapegoat."