Teen Mom’s Birth Leads to Police Inquiry After Father’s Arrival

“Follow me,” the nurse said, walking briskly but calmly through the corridor. Alex followed her closely, his steps tight with anxious energy. He glanced around, seemingly scanning for answers in every corner. “How long will it take?” he asked, his voice sharper now, edged with nervous urgency.

“Not too long,” she replied softly, holding open the door to the waiting area. She motioned for him to sit, trying to create a moment of peace. Alex hesitated at first, but eventually dropped into the chair. Even seated, his posture was stiff, his eyes never leaving the door.