“Emergency custody order? You need an appointment,” Doris, the clerk, stated.
“No time for appointments. My son’s being taken abroad. Kidnapped!” Tina protested, her hand resting on the woman’s desk.
Doris checked her schedule. “Next opening, two weeks.”
Tina couldn’t accept that. Her phone buzzed with a message from Detective Harris: “Lost her trail. Headed to the airport.”
Abandoning the slow legal process, Tina dashed to the airport, her heart pounding with fear of losing Shawn forever.
Navigating through the crowded airport, Tina sought help from security. “My son, he’s being taken… with that woman,” she explained, breathless and near tears.
The officers were confused and unhelpful. “Ma’am, please, just calm down. We’ll sort it out,” one said, trying to reassure her.
Tina didn’t have time to make them understand. She maneuvered around them and ran toward Megan. “You can’t take him!” she yelled after catching up to her. “He’s mine. I know about the nurse, the private adoption… she was at the hospital.”
Megan looked up, startled. “Tina, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, confusion and fear in her eyes.
“He’s my son, Megan. I can feel it. And the birthmark…” Tina’s voice broke.
Megan’s arms held Shawn tightly. “He’s my son, Tina. I’m raising him,” she responded, her voice trembling slightly.
