At the maternity ward, my husband questioned why I was being discharged so soon—then federal agents suddenly walked through the door.

“Perimeter’s secure, ma’am,” the agent said quietly. “Transport’s waiting at the loading bay. Three-minute window before shift change.”

“Thank you, Agent Miller,” the woman in red replied, taking the envelope.

David stumbled back, his knees hitting the edge of the hospital bed. He looked at his wife, desperation clawing at his throat. “Sarah… what is continue reading …