“Ma’am,” he said to Margaret, “you have just committed assault and attempted kidnapping inside a protected medical wing.”
Her composure cracked. “That’s absurd. My son told me she works from home.”
“For security reasons,” I replied calmly, wiping blood from my lip, “I maintain a low public profile. I preside over federal criminal cases. Today, I happen to be the victim of one.”
I held Ruiz’s gaze.
I h:id my career as a judge from my mother-in-law. After my C-section, she stormed in with adoption papers, demanding one twin for her infe:rtile
