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first.” He had more of an authoritative tone this time around when he said it.
    The nurse shifted her eyes to Secret, to the baby, and then back to the man who had just entered the room. “Well, uh, of course.”
    The nurse walked back around to the other side of the bed. She placed the baby back in its bassinette and looked to Secret. “I’ll be right outside the door.” She glared up at the six feet six inch tall man. “Along with the other officer.” She said it in such a way to let Secret know that this man in the room had backup, and so did Secret.
    The nurse exited, closing the door behind her.
    â€œMs. Miller, I’ve been meaning to get down there to the jail to visit with you, but you know how things go. You get busy. Life happens. You get caught up.” He let out a sinister chuckle. “Look at me preaching to the choir. I’m sure you already know quite a bit about getting caught up.”
    Secret could tell this guy had an agenda, but she wasn’t quite sure what he was getting at, yet. So she just listened. He was taking the scenic route, but he’d get to where he was going eventually. So she just stared at him, not replying. She was just along for the ride. The baby cooed, snatching both Secret’s and the man’s attention away from each other.
    â€œCute little baby you got there,” he complimented her. “Pink blanket so I’m assuming it’s a girl.” He stared at the baby a little longer. “What’s her name?”
    Secret was stumped. She’d hoped for a boy and had only come up with a list of boy names. She hadn’t thought to think of names for her new baby girl. Her entrance to the world had been so traumatic, that Secret, for a minute there, wasn’t even sure if there would be a baby to name. She just wanted to make sure her precious seed was alive and well. She could name her later.
    Already lying there in handcuffs, officially an inmate of the state of Michigan, Secret was in a good running for the worst mother of the year award. The fact that she hadn’t even thought enough to name her child would have made her look even worse, so she said the first thing that rolled off of her tongue. “Dynasty.” She was kicking herself inside. Where in the hell had that name come from? “But I’m going to call her Dina.” She said it as if she’d had everything planned out all along.
    â€œDina. Cute. I was thinking it would be something more like Shaquanda or Qualeequa. You know how you people like to be fancy with names.” He laughed.
    Secret didn’t laugh. Was this white man throwing a dig at her race? The ride was getting bumpy, not that it was smooth to begin with. Secret was ready to get out of the car. “I’d like to hold my baby, sir.” Secret wriggled her wrists. “Can you remove these please?”
    â€œOh, absolutely. I’m getting to that.” He looked down at the baby. “I can see how desperately you want to hold your little one.” He nodded, still staring at the baby. “I know all about desperation. About wanting something, someone. Being just that close to them.” He held his index fingertip and thumb just centimeters from each other. “You almost have them.” He squinted his eyes as if the thing was so minute he could hardly see it. “And then bam!” He clapped his hands together. The baby jumped, but didn’t cry out of her sleep. “They are no longer in your reach.” He looked at Secret.
    Once again, Secret just listened.
    â€œYour baby girl is right there. She’s right within your reach. You can see her, but you can’t get to her.” He shook his head. “Awful feeling, isn’t it?”
    Secret felt like she was riding around tied up in the back seat of a killer’s car. She was ready to escape. “All I want is my baby.”
    â€œI understand that.” He looked at her