“The nanny said a man shoved her, grabbed him, and drove off. The police are everywhere looking for him…” His voice cracked. “I thought he was gone forever.”

“Doctor, we need you,” the nurse insisted. “Severe heatstroke.”

He snapped into action.
“Cold packs, IV fluids, constant vitals. Move!”

A second nurse guided Madison to the sink.
“You’re bleeding.”

She looked down—her arms were streaked with her own blood from the shattered glass.

Minutes later, police flooded the ER. And then the baby’s mother burst in—an elegant woman with smeared mascara and shaking hands.

“Where’s my son?! Please, where is he?!”

The nurse pointed at Madison.
“She brought him in.”

The mother’s tear-streaked face turned toward her. Then she rushed forward, grabbing Madison’s hands.

“Thank you,” she sobbed. “Thank you—God, thank you…”

Madison froze, overwhelmed.

“Miss,” an officer said, “we’ll need your statement.”

“I—I have to get to school,” she whispered.

The officer stared.
“School can wait. This is a kidnapping case.”

The ER doors burst open again. Dr. Reynolds emerged, exhausted but smiling.

“He’s stable,” he said. “Another thirty minutes and…”

He couldn’t finish.

He walked to Madison.
“Are you the one who saved him?”