Chapter 5
Deep in the private study of the sprawling New England estate, Julian dialed the emergency psychiatric consultation line with trembling fingers.
Dr. Marcus Vance answered on the second ring, his professional tone cutting through the suffocating tension of the afternoon.
"Julian, what is the emergency? You sound like you've seen a ghost," Dr. Vance inquired, hearing the heavy panic in the husband's voice.
"My wife... she just tried to drop our newborn baby onto the grand piano keys," Julian blurted out, his voice cracking with humiliation and terror.
On the other end of the line, there was a long, chilling pause before the doctor drew a sharp, audible breath.
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"Lock her in the West Wing immediately, Julian," Dr. Vance ordered gravely.
"I am dispatching an emergency medical transport team to your gates within the hour."
