**Confrontation in the Nursery**

The sound of sirens outside grew louder, and Ryan could hear the police officers shouting for Ashley to open the door. But she didn't respond, her eyes fixed on the baby in her arms as she muttered softly to herself. The officers, growing increasingly agitated, decided to take matters into their own hands. With a loud crash, the door to the nursery burst open, and several police officers stormed in, their guns drawn. Ashley stood up against the door, her eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and defiance. "What is going on?" she demanded, her voice rising. "You're scaring my baby." Ryan stood up, his hands raised in a calming gesture. "Ashley, he's not ours," he said, trying to reason with her. "The baby, he's not our son. He's... he's someone else's child." Ashley turned to him, her eyes narrowing. She looked like a woman on the edge, and Ryan worried that she might snap. Slowly, she backed away from the door, clutching the crying baby tightly to her chest. She moved across the room, her eyes darting back and forth between Ryan and the police officers. The officers, still holding their guns up, moved cautiously towards her. "Ashley, we need to talk to you," one of them said, his voice soft but firm. "We need to get you some help." Ashley cowered in the corner, the baby clutched to her chest. She looked like a cornered animal, and Ryan's heart went out to her. He took a step forward, his hands still raised. "Ashley, please," he said. "Let us help you. Let us get you some help." But Ashley just shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. "No," she whispered. "You don't understand. He's back. My baby is back." The police officers exchanged a concerned glance. One of them took a step forward, his gun still trained on Ashley. "Ashley, we're not going to hurt you," he said. "But we need you to come with us. We need to get you some help." Ashley's grip on the baby tightened, and she rocked back and forth, her eyes fixed on some invisible point in front of her. The baby, sensing her distress, wailed loudly, and Ashley's face crumpled. She buried her face in the baby's chest, sobbing uncontrollably. The police officers looked at each other, unsure of what to do next. Ryan took a deep breath and stepped forward, his hands still raised. "Let me try," he said, his voice soft. "Let me talk to her."