My mother-in-law looked at my 38-week pregnant belly, told my husband,

Still nothing.

Then they saw it.

A sleek digital keypad.

Silence inside.

And a red notice taped to the door.

Ethan stepped back.

“No… no…”

Linda read the bold text.

For once—she had no words.

“What is this?” she snapped, tearing it down.

Ethan read it aloud:

ACCESS RESTRICTED BY LEGAL ORDER.
ENTRY PROHIBITED.
ANY ATTEMPT WILL BE REPORTED.

Below it—the name of a law firm.

And one final line: