I remembered her hospital bed. <\/p>\n I stared at Detective Mitchell, unable to believe what I\u2019d just heard. I stood frozen behind Emily\u2019s front door, trying to understand what Dr. Collins had just told me. Someone had entered Alicia\u2019s hospital room wearing my white coat. On the night … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":48,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,7,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-346","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-best-story","category-read-story","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylexausa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/346","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylexausa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylexausa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylexausa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylexausa.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=346"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/storylexausa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/346\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":351,"href":"https:\/\/storylexausa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/346\/revisions\/351"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylexausa.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/48"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storylexausa.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=346"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylexausa.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=346"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storylexausa.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=346"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nHer tiny smile.
\nThe way she\u2019d squeezed my hand when she was frightened.
\nAnd the final moment when her breathing had slowed.
\nI remembered telling her that she wasn\u2019t alone.
\nNow I was learning how many secrets had surrounded those last days.
\nI called Detective Mitchell.
\nWhen she answered, I explained that Collins was outside Emily\u2019s apartment with alleged security footage.
\nShe asked to speak to him.
\nI put my phone on speaker and held it near the door.
\n\u201cDr. Collins,\u201d she said, \u201cthis is Detective Sarah Mitchell. Are you willing to provide the records you described?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen stay where you are. An officer will be there shortly. Don\u2019t confront anyone, and don\u2019t alter the documents.\u201d
\nCollins agreed.
\nTwenty minutes later, two officers arrived.
\nThey spoke with Collins in the hallway.
\nThen Detective Mitchell called me back.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ve collected the envelope, Dr. Bennett. I\u2019ll arrange to have the material reviewed. I\u2019d also like you to come in tomorrow to give a formal statement.\u201d
\n\u201cOf course.\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\n\u201cAnd Lucas?\u201d
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\n\u201cPlease don\u2019t discuss what you\u2019ve seen with anyone from the hospital until we\u2019ve had a chance to preserve the relevant evidence.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cUnderstood.\u201d
\nAfter the officers left with Collins, Emily collapsed into a kitchen chair.
\n\u201cLucas, what is happening to us?\u201d
\nI looked toward Sophie\u2019s bedroom.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you think Alicia knew someone was wearing your coat?\u201d
\nI stared at the closed door.
\n\u201cShe knew someone had used my name on a medical authorization.\u201d
\n\u201cBut the coat?\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t think she knew everything.\u201d
\nEmily looked down.
\n\u201cShe was so scared during those last weeks.\u201d
\nI sat across from her.
\n\u201cWhy didn\u2019t she tell me?\u201d
\nEmily\u2019s eyes filled with tears.
\n\u201cBecause every time she tried, you were already carrying something terrible.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cLucas, she watched you lose patients. She watched you work fourteen-hour days. She saw how exhausted you were.\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\n\u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean she should have kept this from me.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nEmily wiped her cheeks.
\n\u201cBut Alicia believed that if she told you someone at the hospital might be involved, you\u2019d risk everything trying to protect her.\u201d
\nI stared at the table.
\nShe wasn\u2019t wrong.
\nIf Alicia had shown me those documents, I would have demanded answers immediately.
\nI would have confronted Collins.
\nI would have gone straight to the administration.
\nAnd perhaps someone had counted on that.
\n\u201cShe was trying to protect me,\u201d I whispered.
\nEmily nodded.
\n\u201cEven when she knew she couldn\u2019t protect herself.\u201d
\nI covered my face with both hands.
\nFor several minutes, neither of us spoke.
\nThen a tiny voice came from the hallway.
\n\u201cDoctor Lucas?\u201d
\nI looked up.
\nSophie stood in the doorway wearing pink pajamas.
\nHer stuffed rabbit dangled from one hand.
\nHer eyes were sleepy.
\n\u201cHey, sweetheart.\u201d
\nShe rubbed her face.
\n\u201cWhy is everybody crying?\u201d
\nEmily quickly wiped her cheeks.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re just missing your mommy.\u201d
\nSophie nodded as though that made perfect sense.
\nThen she walked toward me.
\n\u201cCan I sit with you?\u201d
\nI pulled out the chair beside mine.
\n\u201cOf course.\u201d
\nShe climbed onto it and placed Oliver on the table.
\nFor a moment, she studied my face.
\nThen she reached into her pajama pocket.
\n\u201cHere.\u201d
\nShe placed something beside my hand.
\nAnother little paper star.
\nThis one was yellow.
\nI smiled sadly.
\n\u201cAnother lucky star?\u201d
\nSophie nodded.
\n\u201cI made it for Mommy.\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\n\u201cThen you should keep it.\u201d
\nShe shook her head.
\n\u201cMommy doesn\u2019t need it anymore.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhy not?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Aunt Margaret said Mommy is somewhere peaceful.\u201d
\nHer voice became softer.
\n\u201cBut you\u2019re still here, and you\u2019re sad.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t speak.
\nShe pushed the star closer.
\n\u201cSo you can have it.\u201d
\nI picked it up carefully.
\n\u201cThank you.\u201d
\nSophie smiled.
\nThen she asked, \u201cWhen you miss Mommy, do you cry?\u201d
\nI nodded.
\n\u201cSometimes.\u201d
\n\u201cMe too.\u201d
\nShe leaned toward me.
\n\u201cMommy said crying isn\u2019t bad.\u201d
\nI managed a small smile.
\n\u201cShe was right.\u201d
\nSophie rested her head against my arm.
\n\u201cShe said it means your heart remembers.\u201d
\nMy eyes filled with tears.
\nI gently kissed the top of her head.
\n\u201cYour mommy was very wise.\u201d
\nSophie yawned.
\n\u201cShe was funny too.\u201d
\nI laughed softly.
\n\u201cVery funny.\u201d
\nThen Sophie whispered something that made Emily and me look at each other.
\n\u201cMommy told me about the bad man.\u201d
\nI went still.
\n\u201cWhat bad man, sweetheart?\u201d
\nEmily leaned forward.
\n\u201cSophie, what do you mean?\u201d
\nSophie played with Oliver\u2019s ear.
\n\u201cThe man who made Mommy cry.\u201d
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cWhen did you see him?\u201d
\nShe shrugged.
\n\u201cAt the hospital.\u201d
\nEmily\u2019s face tightened.
\n\u201cSophie, do you remember what he looked like?\u201d
\nThe little girl thought for a moment.
\nThen nodded.
\n\u201cHe had a shiny watch.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\nDaniel wore an expensive watch.
\nBut so did several people at the hospital.
\nI didn\u2019t want to put words into a child\u2019s mouth.
\n\u201cDid he talk to you?\u201d I asked gently.
\nSophie nodded.
\n\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d
\nShe looked down.
\n\u201cHe asked me if Mommy had given me a present.\u201d
\nEmily slowly stood.
\n\u201cWhat kind of present?\u201d
\nSophie lifted her rabbit.
\n\u201cHe wanted Oliver.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nI looked at the stuffed rabbit.
\nOne missing ear.
\nSoft brown fur.
\nA faded blue ribbon around its neck.
\nA toy Alicia had kept since childhood.
\n\u201cWhy would he want Oliver?\u201d I whispered.
\nSophie hugged the rabbit tightly.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you give him to the man?\u201d
\nShe shook her head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cGood.\u201d
\n\u201cHe got mad.\u201d
\nI felt cold all over.
\n\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said Mommy took something that wasn\u2019t hers.\u201d
\nEmily covered her mouth.
\nI looked at the rabbit again.
\nSuddenly, something occurred to me.
\nAlicia had hidden one USB drive inside the wooden box.
\nBut what if she had hidden something else somewhere only Sophie would think to protect?
\nI immediately stopped myself.
\nIf someone had frightened Sophie, the right thing was to tell the detective and let a trained interviewer speak with her.
\nI didn\u2019t want her to feel interrogated.
\nI rested my hand on the table.
\n\u201cSophie, thank you for telling us.\u201d
\nShe looked worried.
\n\u201cAm I in trouble?\u201d
\n\u201cNot at all.\u201d
\n\u201cIs Oliver in trouble?\u201d
\nI smiled gently.
\n\u201cNo, sweetheart.\u201d
\nShe relaxed.
\nThen Emily took her back to bed.
\nWhen she returned, I was staring at the rabbit\u2019s photograph on my phone.
\n\u201cLucas, what are you thinking?\u201d
\n\u201cThat someone may have been looking for something Alicia kept.\u201d
\n\u201cInside Oliver?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe. But we shouldn\u2019t touch anything until Detective Mitchell knows.\u201d
\nEmily sat down.
\n\u201cDo you think Sophie is in danger?\u201d
\nI looked toward the hallway.
\n\u201cI think we need to take every threat seriously.\u201d
\nThe next morning, I met Detective Mitchell at the police station.
\nI gave a formal statement about Daniel, Dr. Hayes, and everything Caroline had told me.
\nI also explained Sophie\u2019s comments.
\nThe detective listened carefully.
\n\u201cPlease don\u2019t question Sophie further about the man,\u201d she said. \u201cIf necessary, we\u2019ll arrange an interview with someone trained to speak with young children.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\n\u201cOf course.\u201d
\nThen she placed a photograph on the desk.
\nIt was a still image from the hospital security footage Collins had brought.
\nThe image showed a person walking down the oncology corridor.
\nWhite coat.
\nDark trousers.
\nMedical badge.
\nMy name was visible on the badge.
\nDR. LUCAS BENNETT.
\nI stared at it.
\nMy hands began trembling.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s my badge.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell nodded.
\n\u201cDo you remember where you were at this time?\u201d
\nI examined the timestamp.
\n11:42 P.M.
\nThe night Alicia died.
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cI was in the emergency department.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you have anyone who can confirm that?\u201d
\n\u201cYes. Several nurses. There should also be records showing my activity.\u201d
\nShe made a note.
\nThen she placed another photograph beside the first.
\nIt showed the same person entering Alicia\u2019s room.
\nBut the angle was different.
\nFor one brief moment, the person had turned slightly toward the camera.
\nI leaned forward.
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not me.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell watched my reaction.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re certain?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nI pointed at the person\u2019s left hand.
\n\u201cLook.\u201d
\nA silver ring.
\nThick.
\nWith a dark blue stone.
\nI had seen that ring before.
\nMany times.
\n\u201cDo you recognize it?\u201d she asked.
\nMy mouth went dry.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWho wears it?\u201d
\nI looked at the photograph again.
\nAnd suddenly remembered something from Alicia\u2019s wedding.
\nDr. Collins had attended the ceremony for a few minutes.
\nHe\u2019d congratulated us.
\nHe\u2019d shaken my hand.
\nAnd standing beside him had been Dr. Victor Hayes.
\nHayes had worn that exact ring.
\nA silver band with a dark blue stone.
\nI looked up.
\n\u201cVictor Hayes.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell wrote down the name.
\n\u201cDoes anyone else have a similar ring?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know. But I\u2019ve seen him wear one like that.\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll treat that as a lead, not a conclusion.\u201d
\nThen she placed a third photograph on the table.
\n\u201cThis is why I wanted you here.\u201d
\nI stared at it.
\nThe photograph showed Alicia\u2019s room a few minutes after the person in my coat had entered.
\nA nurse stood beside the doorway.
\nHer face was partially turned toward the camera.
\nI recognized her immediately.
\n\u201cCaroline.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell nodded.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI looked closer.
\nCaroline wasn\u2019t alone.
\nSomeone stood beside her.
\nA man in a dark suit.
\nI leaned forward.
\n\u201cWho\u2019s that?\u201d
\nThe detective looked at me.
\n\u201cDo you recognize him?\u201d
\nI studied the face.
\nAnd then my stomach dropped.
\nDaniel Reeves.
\nSophie\u2019s biological father.
\nI stared at the photograph.
\n\u201cWhy was Daniel there?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s one of the questions we\u2019re investigating.\u201d
\n\u201cHe told me he hadn\u2019t seen Alicia.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell leaned forward.
\n\u201cWhen did he say that?\u201d
\n\u201cAt the cemetery. He implied he\u2019d stayed away.\u201d
\nShe made another note.
\nThen said, \u201cLucas, there\u2019s something else.\u201d
\nMy heart raced.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWe checked the visitor records for that evening.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel\u2019s name wasn\u2019t listed.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cThen how did he get inside?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d
\nShe paused.
\n\u201cBut someone granted him access using a staff authorization.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhose authorization?\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell looked down at her notes.
\n\u201cYours.\u201d
\nI froze.
\n\u201cMine?\u201d
\n\u201cYour employee identification number appears in the access record.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d
\n\u201cI understand.\u201d
\n\u201cI was working in the emergency department.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what we\u2019re checking.\u201d
\nI leaned back, struggling to breathe.
\nSomeone had used my name.
\nMy badge.
\nMy staff identification.
\nAnd now Daniel had been inside Alicia\u2019s room on the night she died.
\nA terrifying possibility began forming in my mind.
\nSomeone wasn\u2019t just trying to conceal what happened to Alicia.
\nThey had prepared a trail pointing directly toward me.
\nI looked at Detective Mitchell.
\n\u201cAm I a suspect?\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re someone whose credentials appear in records connected to the incident. We need to determine whether those entries are authentic.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not what I asked.\u201d
\nShe looked directly at me.
\n\u201cAt this stage, we\u2019re examining the evidence. I don\u2019t want to mislead you about what that means.\u201d
\nI nodded slowly.
\nThen I asked, \u201cShould I get a lawyer?\u201d
\n\u201cYes. Given the circumstances, that would be sensible.\u201d
\nI looked at the photographs again.
\nMy coat.
\nMy badge.
\nMy name.
\nDaniel.
\nHayes.
\nCaroline.
\nAll connected to the last night of Alicia\u2019s life.
\nThen Detective Mitchell took a deep breath.
\n\u201cLucas, before you leave, there\u2019s something I think you need to see.\u201d
\nShe opened a file.
\nInside was a copy of Alicia\u2019s final hospital chart.
\nI recognized the handwriting immediately.
\nMy own.
\nOr something designed to look like it.
\nA medical note appeared under my name.
\nI read the first sentence.
\nThen the second.
\nAnd the third.
\nMy blood turned cold.
\nThe note claimed that I\u2019d reviewed Alicia\u2019s condition late that evening and discussed a change in her care plan.
\nBut I\u2019d done no such thing.
\nI looked up.
\n\u201cThis isn\u2019t my note.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell nodded.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re checking the electronic audit records.\u201d
\nThen she pointed toward the bottom.
\n\u201cLook at the timestamp.\u201d
\n11:47 P.M.
\nFive minutes after the person wearing my coat entered Alicia\u2019s room.
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cNo. I didn\u2019t write this.\u201d
\n\u201cI hear you.\u201d
\nI stared at the signature.
\nLucas Bennett, M.D.
\nThen something caught my eye.
\nA sentence near the bottom.
\nPatient requested that family not be notified of further changes.
\nI froze.
\n\u201cShe would never have asked that.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Alicia was terrified of leaving Sophie. She wanted her family close.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell made another note.
\nThen I noticed something else.
\nA word.
\nOne tiny word in the clinical note.
\nA word I\u2019d never used in any medical documentation.
\nIt was spelled incorrectly.
\nAnd I\u2019d seen that exact spelling before.
\nIn an email sent to Alicia.
\nBy Dr. Raymond Collins.
\nI looked at the detective.
\n\u201cI think I recognize the way this note was written.\u201d
\nHer expression changed.
\n\u201cExplain.\u201d
\nI pointed at the word.
\n\u201cCollins makes that spelling mistake in his emails. I\u2019ve noticed it for years.\u201d
\nShe studied the page.
\n\u201cCan you provide examples?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nThen I remembered the envelope Collins had delivered.
\nThe original documents.
\nThe security footage.
\nHis sudden willingness to cooperate.
\nWas he trying to help us?
\nOr was he carefully directing our attention toward Hayes?
\nI looked at Detective Mitchell.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s something I don\u2019t understand.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWhy would Collins bring you footage showing someone wearing my coat if he was involved in creating the false records?\u201d
\nShe considered the question.
\n\u201cPeople cooperate for different reasons. Sometimes they want to correct a mistake. Sometimes they want to protect themselves. Sometimes they\u2019re trying to influence an investigation.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhich one is he?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThen her phone rang.
\nShe glanced at the screen.
\nHer expression became serious.
\n\u201cExcuse me.\u201d
\nShe answered.
\n\u201cMitchell.\u201d
\nI watched her face change.
\n\u201cWhat time?\u201d
\nA pause.
\n\u201cWas anyone injured?\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\nThen she looked directly at me.
\n\u201cWhere is the child now?\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\nThe child.
\nSophie.
\nDetective Mitchell stood.
\n\u201cSend someone to the location immediately.\u201d
\nI jumped to my feet.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\nShe ended the call.
\n\u201cLucas, I need you to stay calm.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cIs Sophie okay?\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s safe.\u201d
\nI nearly collapsed with relief.
\n\u201cThen what\u2019s wrong?\u201d
\n\u201cSomeone approached Margaret outside her apartment building while she was taking Sophie to the car.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cA man claiming to be Sophie\u2019s father.\u201d
\nDaniel.
\nMy hands curled into fists.
\n\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d
\n\u201cHe tried to persuade Margaret to let him take Sophie. When she refused, he became aggressive.\u201d
\nI felt my heart hammering.
\n\u201cDid he touch her?\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret told the responding officers that he grabbed her arm. We\u2019re confirming the details.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cWhere is he now?\u201d
\n\u201cHe left before officers arrived.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s not going to stop.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell looked at me.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re taking the report seriously.\u201d
\nThen she hesitated.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s another detail.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret says Daniel wasn\u2019t alone.\u201d
\nMy blood ran cold.
\n\u201cWho was with him?\u201d
\n\u201cA woman.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cWhat woman?\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret described her as being in her forties, with short blonde hair.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know anyone who fits that description.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell studied me.
\n\u201cLucas, according to Margaret, Sophie recognized the woman.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cRecognized her how?\u201d
\n\u201cShe called her by name.\u201d
\nI stared at the detective.
\n\u201cWhat name?\u201d
\nShe checked her notes.
\nThen answered quietly.
\n\u201cMiss Caroline.\u201d
\nI felt the room tilt.
\nCaroline Reed.
\nThe missing nurse.
\nThe woman who had called me from the house with the yellow door.
\nThe woman who claimed to be frightened of Victor Hayes.
\nShe had been standing beside Daniel.
\nOutside the place where Sophie was staying.
\nI struggled to speak.
\n\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make sense.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell looked at me carefully.
\n\u201cLucas, there\u2019s something else you should know.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWe sent officers to the house on Willow Street last night.\u201d
\n\u201cThe yellow door?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cDid they find Caroline?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cBut they found something.\u201d
\nI gripped the chair.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nThe detective opened another folder.
\nShe removed a photograph.
\nAnd slid it across the table.
\nIt showed the inside of a small room.
\nA desk.
\nA chair.
\nSeveral filing cabinets.
\nAnd on the wall, dozens of photographs.
\nPhotographs of hospital employees.
\nPatients.
\nAlicia.
\nEmily.
\nMargaret.
\nSophie.
\nAnd me.
\nI stared at the image.
\n\u201cWhat is this?\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell\u2019s voice was grave.
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know who assembled it.\u201d
\nI looked closer.
\nThere were red lines connecting certain photographs.
\nDr. Collins.
\nVictor Hayes.
\nDaniel Reeves.
\nCaroline Reed.
\nAnd at the center of the wall was Alicia.
\nBut something else caught my attention.
\nA photograph of Sophie and me.
\nTaken at the cemetery.
\nYesterday.
\nAfter Alicia\u2019s funeral.
\nI looked up.
\n\u201cThat picture was taken less than twenty-four hours ago.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell nodded.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy stomach twisted.
\n\u201cThen whoever used that room knew I was going to receive Alicia\u2019s box.\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re investigating that possibility.\u201d
\nI looked back at the photograph.
\nThen noticed an envelope pinned beneath Alicia\u2019s picture.
\nA yellow envelope.
\nWith two words written across the front.
\nLUCAS BENNETT.
\nI pointed at it.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s inside that envelope?\u201d
\nThe detective went quiet.
\nThen slowly opened the file in front of her.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I was about to show you.\u201d
\nShe removed a single sheet of paper.
\nIt was a photocopy of a handwritten letter.
\nI recognized Alicia\u2019s handwriting immediately.
\nBut the first sentence made me forget how to breathe.
\nLucas,
\nIf you\u2019re reading this, then the person I trusted to protect Sophie has betrayed me.
\nMy hands began shaking.
\nI continued.
\nI made a terrible mistake.
\nI believed someone who told me they could keep my daughter safe.
\nI gave that person something important.
\nSomething I can never take back.
\nAnd now I\u2019m afraid Sophie will pay the price.
\nI looked up at Detective Mitchell.
\n\u201cWhat did she give them?\u201d
\nThe detective didn\u2019t answer.
\nI looked back at the letter.
\nAt the bottom was one final sentence.
\nPlease forgive me, Lucas. I didn\u2019t know they were going to use you.
\nMy vision blurred.
\nAlicia had known someone intended to involve me.
\nShe had been trying to warn me.
\nAnd now, somehow, the people connected to her final days were gathering around Sophie.
\nI stared at the detective.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s more, isn\u2019t there?\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\nThen nodded.
\n\u201cWe found another photograph at the house.\u201d
\n\u201cOf who?\u201d
\nShe turned a page.
\nThen slid the picture toward me.
\nIt showed Alicia sitting in her hospital bed.
\nBeside her stood Caroline Reed.
\nAnd on Alicia\u2019s lap was a thick manila envelope.
\nI leaned closer.
\nThere was a date printed in the bottom corner.
\nThree days before our wedding.
\nI looked at the envelope.
\nThen at Caroline.
\nAnd suddenly, I noticed something that made my blood run cold.
\nCaroline was wearing a hospital badge.
\nBut the name printed beneath her photograph wasn\u2019t Caroline Reed.
\nIt was someone else\u2019s name.
\nSomeone I recognized immediately.
\nBecause that name belonged to a nurse who had been reported dead six years earlier.
\nI looked at Detective Mitchell.
\n\u201cWhy is Caroline wearing a dead woman\u2019s identification badge?\u201d
\nThe detective stared at me.
\nThen answered with a sentence that changed everything.
\n\u201cLucas, we\u2019re no longer certain Caroline Reed is her real name.\u201d
\nTO BE CONTINUED \u2014 PART 7: THE NURSE WHO WASN\u2019T WHO SHE CLAIMED TO BE<\/strong><\/p>\nPART 7 \u2014 THE NURSE WHO STOLE A DEAD WOMAN\u2019S NAME<\/h1>\n
\n\u201cCaroline Reed isn\u2019t her real name?\u201d
\nThe detective folded her hands on the desk.
\n\u201cWe have reason to believe she\u2019s been using someone else\u2019s identity.\u201d
\nI looked down at the photograph.
\nThe woman standing beside Alicia was someone I\u2019d known for almost two years.
\nSomeone who had comforted dying patients.
\nSomeone who had held grieving families together.
\nSomeone I\u2019d trusted.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible,\u201d I whispered.
\nDetective Mitchell watched me carefully.
\n\u201cLucas, when was the first time you met her?\u201d
\nI tried to remember.
\n\u201cDuring my residency. She was already working in oncology.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you ever see her employment records?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you know anything about her family?\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cShe didn\u2019t talk much about her personal life.\u201d
\nThe detective nodded.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what we\u2019ve been hearing.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat did you find?\u201d
\nShe opened a folder.
\n\u201cThe real Caroline Reed was a registered nurse who died in a car accident six years ago.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cThen who is this woman?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re working to confirm that.\u201d
\nI stared at the photograph again.
\nFor nearly two years, I\u2019d seen this woman walk through the hospital carrying medication, checking charts, and comforting frightened patients.
\nI\u2019d watched her sit beside a little boy with leukemia and read him bedtime stories because his parents couldn\u2019t visit that evening.
\nI\u2019d watched her cry after losing an elderly patient she\u2019d cared for over several months.
\nCould all of that have been an act?
\nOr was there something we still didn\u2019t understand?
\nDetective Mitchell slid another photograph toward me.
\nIt was an old newspaper clipping.
\nA photograph showed three young women standing outside a nursing school.
\nOne was the real Caroline Reed.
\nAnother was a woman I didn\u2019t recognize.
\nAnd the third made my heart skip.
\nThe woman I\u2019d known as Caroline.
\nI pointed at her.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s her.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell nodded.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s her real name?\u201d
\nShe looked at the article.
\n\u201cAccording to this, her name was Rebecca Hayes.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nHayes.
\nI stared at the detective.
\n\u201cHayes?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAs in Victor Hayes?\u201d
\nShe nodded slowly.
\n\u201cRebecca Hayes is Victor Hayes\u2019s younger sister.\u201d
\nI felt the air leave my lungs.
\nThe nurse who had warned Alicia.
\nThe woman who had called me from hiding.
\nThe woman who claimed to be frightened of Victor Hayes.
\nShe was his sister.
\nI leaned back.
\n\u201cShe never told anyone?\u201d
\n\u201cNot that we\u2019ve established.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy would she hide that?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s one of the questions we need answered.\u201d
\nI covered my mouth.
\nThen remembered something.
\nRebecca had told me not to trust the hospital\u2019s internal investigation.
\nShe\u2019d claimed someone had stolen records from her office.
\nShe\u2019d warned that my signature had been forged.
\nAnd now she was apparently connected to the man who had threatened me.
\n\u201cWas she helping him?\u201d I asked.
\nThe detective paused.
\n\u201cWe haven\u2019t determined that.\u201d
\n\u201cBut she was standing beside Daniel outside Margaret\u2019s apartment.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what Margaret reported.\u201d
\nI looked down.
\n\u201cThen how do we know anything she told us was true?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t. Not without independent verification.\u201d
\nI stared at the photograph of Alicia.
\nShe had trusted Rebecca enough to leave her information about the treatment discrepancies.
\nHad she known who Rebecca really was?
\nHad she discovered the truth before she died?
\nOr had Rebecca been using her all along?
\nDetective Mitchell closed the folder.
\n\u201cLucas, there\u2019s one more thing.\u201d
\nMy heart tightened.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWe found several unopened letters at the house on Willow Street.\u201d
\n\u201cLetters?\u201d
\n\u201cAddressed to Sophie.\u201d
\nI looked up.
\n\u201cFrom Alicia?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\n\u201cCan I see them?\u201d
\n\u201cThe originals are being preserved as evidence. But there was one letter we\u2019ve documented that appears to be addressed to you.\u201d
\nShe placed a photograph on the desk.
\nA small white envelope.
\nMy name was written across the front in Alicia\u2019s familiar handwriting.
\nAnd beneath it were the words:
\nONLY OPEN THIS WHEN YOU KNOW WHO REBECCA REALLY IS.
\nMy heart nearly stopped.
\nI stared at the photograph.
\n\u201cAlicia knew?\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell nodded.
\n\u201cIt appears so.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why didn\u2019t she tell me?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nI looked at the envelope again.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s inside?\u201d
\n\u201cThe seal was already broken when we recovered it.\u201d
\nShe handed me a printed copy of the letter.
\nMy hands trembled as I began reading.
\nMy dearest Lucas,
\nIf you\u2019ve reached this letter, then I suppose the truth about Rebecca has finally come out.
\nI know you\u2019re confused.
\nI know you\u2019re wondering why I trusted someone who wasn\u2019t even using her real name.
\nThe answer is simple.
\nBecause when everyone else stopped listening to me, Rebecca didn\u2019t.
\nShe was the first person who believed that something about my treatment records wasn\u2019t right.
\nShe sat beside my bed one night while I cried because I was frightened that I was losing my mind.
\nShe told me I wasn\u2019t crazy.
\nShe told me that asking questions didn\u2019t make me difficult.
\nAnd then she told me something that changed everything.
\nRebecca wasn\u2019t hiding her name because she was trying to hurt me.
\nShe was hiding it because she was afraid of her brother.
\nI stopped reading.
\nMy chest tightened.
\nRebecca was afraid of Victor?
\nI continued.
\nYears ago, Rebecca discovered something about Victor\u2019s work.
\nSomething that caused a terrible argument between them.
\nShe tried to report what she\u2019d found, but she couldn\u2019t prove everything.
\nVictor threatened to destroy her career.
\nLater, Rebecca began using Caroline Reed\u2019s identity.
\nI don\u2019t know everything about how she did it, and I know that what she did was wrong.
\nBut she told me she believed Victor was involved in something dangerous at the hospital.
\nAnd she wanted proof.
\nLucas, I don\u2019t know whether Rebecca is telling me the whole truth.
\nBut I believe she wants to make things right.
\nI stared at the words.
\nAlicia had been careful.
\nShe hadn\u2019t blindly trusted Rebecca.
\nShe had known there were questions.
\nAnd she had tried to understand them.
\nThe letter continued.
\nThere is something else you need to know.
\nRebecca told me about a program called Project Renewal.
\nIt was supposed to help patients with advanced cancers receive access to experimental treatments.
\nBut some of the records didn\u2019t match what patients had been told.
\nI don\u2019t know whether the problem was carelessness, dishonesty, or something worse.
\nWhat I do know is that people deserve to understand the treatment they are receiving.
\nEven people who are dying.
\nEspecially people who are dying.
\nI swallowed hard.
\nI remembered Alicia joking about hospital food.
\nLaughing at my serious face.
\nAsking me to marry her while wearing the weakest smile I\u2019d ever seen.
\nAnd all that time, she\u2019d been fighting for something far bigger than herself.
\nI turned the page.
\nLucas, I made Rebecca promise that if anything happened to me, she would make sure Sophie was protected.
\nBut there\u2019s something Rebecca doesn\u2019t know.
\nI made another copy of everything she showed me.
\nAnd I hid it somewhere nobody would think to look.
\nI smiled when I chose the hiding place.
\nBecause it was the same place where I used to hide my childhood treasures.
\nI froze.
\nMy eyes returned to the sentence.
\nThe same place where I used to hide my childhood treasures.
\nOliver.
\nThe stuffed rabbit.
\nAlicia\u2019s childhood companion.
\nThe toy she\u2019d given Sophie.
\nThe toy a strange man had tried to take.
\nMy hands began shaking.
\nI looked up at Detective Mitchell.
\n\u201cI think I know where she hid the other evidence.\u201d
\nThe detective leaned forward.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cInside a stuffed rabbit.\u201d
\nShe frowned.
\n\u201cA stuffed rabbit?\u201d
\nI nodded.
\n\u201cHer daughter\u2019s toy. Alicia had it when she was little. Sophie told me someone at the hospital tried to take it.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell wrote something down.
\n\u201cIs the toy still with Sophie?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll arrange to preserve it and have it examined properly.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nThen looked back at Alicia\u2019s letter.
\nThere were only a few lines left.
\nLucas, if you find what I hid, please remember one thing.
\nI didn\u2019t do this because I wanted revenge.
\nI did it because I wanted Sophie to grow up in a world where powerful people couldn\u2019t decide that someone else\u2019s life didn\u2019t matter.
\nAnd if you ever feel like giving up, remember the little girl who gave you her lucky star.
\nShe\u2019s the best thing I ever brought into this world.
\nPlease tell her I loved her.
\nEvery single day.
\nUntil my very last breath.
\nLove,
\nYour wife,
\nAlicia.
\nI lowered the paper.
\nFor a long moment, I couldn\u2019t speak.
\nThen Detective Mitchell quietly asked,
\n\u201cAre you okay?\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nShe waited.
\nI stared at Alicia\u2019s signature.
\n\u201cI thought the hardest part of losing her was watching her die.\u201d
\nMy voice broke.
\n\u201cBut now I\u2019m discovering how much she suffered while trying to protect everyone else.\u201d
\nThe detective said nothing.
\nI wiped my face.
\n\u201cShe should have had more time.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cShe should have watched Sophie grow up.\u201d
\nMy voice cracked.
\n\u201cShe should have had birthdays. Christmas mornings. First days of school.\u201d
\nI covered my eyes.
\n\u201cShe should have had a life.\u201d
\nDetective Mitchell gently pushed a box of tissues toward me.
\nAnd for the first time since Alicia\u2019s funeral, I cried without trying to hide it.
\nAn hour later, I returned to Emily\u2019s apartment with the detective and another officer.
\nMargaret was sitting on the couch beside Sophie.
\nThe little girl was building a tower from colorful wooden blocks.
\nWhen she saw me, her face lit up.
\n\u201cDoctor Lucas!\u201d
\nI crouched and opened my arms.
\nShe ran toward me.
\nI hugged her gently.
\n\u201cHey, sweetheart.\u201d
\nShe stepped back and looked at the detective.
\n\u201cWho\u2019s that?\u201d
\n\u201cThis is Detective Sarah.\u201d
\nSophie tilted her head.
\n\u201cAre you a doctor too?\u201d
\nThe detective smiled.
\n\u201cNo. I help people when something bad happens.\u201d
\nSophie thought about that.
\n\u201cLike when somebody steals cookies?\u201d
\nSarah laughed softly.
\n\u201cSometimes.\u201d
\nSophie nodded seriously.
\n\u201cThen you should talk to Aunt Emily. She eats my cookies.\u201d
\nEmily laughed through her tears.
\nFor one beautiful moment, the apartment felt almost normal.
\nThen Detective Mitchell knelt beside Sophie.
\n\u201cSophie, your aunt told me you have a very special rabbit.\u201d
\nSophie immediately hugged Oliver.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s mine.\u201d
\n\u201cOf course he is.\u201d
\n\u201cMommy gave him to me.\u201d
\nSarah nodded.
\n\u201cYour mommy loved him very much, didn\u2019t she?\u201d
\nSophie smiled.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nThe detective continued gently.
\n\u201cYour family thinks there might be something important tucked inside him. Would it be okay if I asked Aunt Emily to help us look?\u201d
\nSophie\u2019s smile disappeared.
\n\u201cAre you going to take him?\u201d
\nSarah glanced at Emily.
\n\u201cWe may need to look after him for a little while, but we\u2019ll explain everything to your aunt.\u201d
\nSophie looked frightened.
\n\u201cWill you hurt him?\u201d
\n\u201cNo, sweetheart. We\u2019ll be careful.\u201d
\nSophie turned toward me.
\n\u201cDoctor Lucas?\u201d
\nI felt my chest tighten.
\nI crouched beside her.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll do our best to keep Oliver safe.\u201d
\nShe studied my face.
\nThen whispered,
\n\u201cMommy said Oliver keeps secrets.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nDetective Mitchell looked at me.
\nI stared at Sophie.
\n\u201cWhat did Mommy mean?\u201d
\nSophie shrugged.
\n\u201cShe said sometimes little things keep big secrets.\u201d
\nMy heart began pounding.
\nThen Sophie carefully lifted Oliver\u2019s missing ear.
\n\u201cSee?\u201d
\nI leaned closer.
\nAlong the torn seam was a tiny line of blue thread.
\nIt looked newer than the rest of the rabbit.
\nSophie pointed at it.
\n\u201cMommy fixed him before she went to the hospital.\u201d
\nEmily covered her mouth.
\nMargaret began crying.
\nAnd I suddenly remembered the first photograph Alicia had left me.
\nSeven-year-old Alicia holding Oliver.
\nThe rabbit\u2019s ear had already been missing.
\nThat meant the blue stitching wasn\u2019t an old repair.
\nIt had been added recently.
\nDetective Mitchell examined the seam without disturbing it.
\nThen looked at Emily.
\n\u201cWe should have this checked by our evidence team.\u201d
\nEmily nodded.
\nSophie clutched Oliver tightly.
\n\u201cCan I have him back?\u201d
\nSarah smiled gently.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll try to get him back to you as soon as we can.\u201d
\nSophie looked at me.
\n\u201cWill you help him?\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cYes, sweetheart.\u201d
\nShe slowly handed the rabbit to Emily.
\nThen whispered,
\n\u201cTell Oliver I love him.\u201d
\nMy heart broke.
\nEmily kissed the rabbit\u2019s head.
\n\u201cWe will.\u201d
\nLater that afternoon, the detective called.
\n\u201cLucas, we found something.\u201d
\nI nearly dropped my phone.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cA small storage device concealed inside the rabbit.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nAlicia.
\nShe\u2019d thought of everything.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s on it?\u201d
\n\u201cWe haven\u2019t reviewed all the contents yet. But there are several files.\u201d
\n\u201cMedical records?\u201d
\n\u201cSome appear to be. There are also recordings and financial documents.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cFinancial documents?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI remembered Daniel.
\nThe trust.
\nHis sudden interest in Sophie.
\n\u201cDoes it involve the money Alicia left her daughter?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re still reviewing it.\u201d
\nThen the detective paused.
\n\u201cLucas, there\u2019s something unusual about one of the recordings.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s labeled with your name.\u201d
\nMy heart raced.
\n\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d
\n\u201cFOR LUCAS \u2014 THE TRUTH ABOUT OUR WEDDING.\u201d
\nI froze.
\nOur wedding?
\nI thought I\u2019d already understood why Alicia married me.
\nTo give Sophie a beautiful memory.
\nTo experience love before she died.
\nTo leave behind proof that her short life had mattered.
\nBut now there was another recording.
\nAnother secret.
\n\u201cCan I hear it?\u201d I whispered.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll need to review and preserve it first. After that, we\u2019ll discuss what can be shared.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\n\u201cOkay.\u201d
\nBefore hanging up, Detective Mitchell said,
\n\u201cLucas, one more thing.\u201d
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019ve identified a name that appears repeatedly in the financial documents.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cVictor Hayes?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cDr. Collins?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cThen who?\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\n\u201cSomeone connected to Alicia\u2019s childhood.\u201d
\nI stared at the wall.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cSomeone who appears to have been involved in managing the money her parents left behind.\u201d
\nI felt cold all over.
\n\u201cEmily?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret?\u201d
\nThe detective went quiet.
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cDetective?\u201d
\nShe spoke carefully.
\n\u201cLucas, we need to verify the records before drawing conclusions. But Margaret\u2019s name appears on several transactions that require explanation.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t breathe.
\nMargaret.
\nThe woman who had raised Alicia.
\nThe woman who cared for Sophie.
\nThe woman who had cried at the funeral.
\nWas it possible she\u2019d been hiding something too?
\nI looked toward the living room.
\nMargaret sat beside Sophie, helping her color a picture of a little house.
\nSophie looked up and smiled at her.
\n\u201cAunt Margaret, can we make the roof pink?\u201d
\nMargaret smiled.
\n\u201cAnything you want, sweetheart.\u201d
\nI stared at them.
\nThen my phone vibrated.
\nAnother message.
\nUnknown number.
\nMy hands went cold.
\nI opened it.
\nThis time, there was no photograph.
\nJust a sentence.
\n\u201cAsk Margaret what happened to Alicia\u2019s parents. Then ask her why both of them died on the same night.\u201d<\/strong>
\nI froze.
\nAlicia had told me her parents died years ago.
\nShe had never spoken much about it.
\nI\u2019d assumed it was too painful.
\nBut now someone was suggesting there was more to the story.
\nI slowly looked toward Margaret.
\nShe was laughing softly with Sophie.
\nThen she noticed my expression.
\nHer smile faded.
\n\u201cLucas?\u201d she asked.
\nI walked toward her.
\n\u201cMargaret, can I ask you something?\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cOf course.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cHow did Alicia\u2019s parents die?\u201d
\nThe color drained from her face.
\nHer hands went completely still.
\nFor several seconds, she didn\u2019t answer.
\nThen Sophie looked up from her coloring book.
\n\u201cMommy told me about Grandma and Grandpa.\u201d
\nI turned toward her.
\n\u201cShe did?\u201d
\nSophie nodded.
\n\u201cShe said they went to heaven together.\u201d
\nMargaret closed her eyes.
\nI looked back at her.
\n\u201cMargaret, what happened that night?\u201d
\nTears began rolling down her cheeks.
\nShe slowly placed the coloring book on the table.
\nThen whispered,
\n\u201cLucas, there is something about Alicia\u2019s family that you don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nMargaret looked toward Sophie.
\nThen back at me.
\n\u201cAlicia\u2019s parents didn\u2019t die in an accident.\u201d
\nI froze.
\nShe began crying harder.
\n\u201cAnd Lucas\u2026\u201d
\nHer voice broke.
\n\u201cOne of the people responsible is still alive.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nMargaret covered her mouth.
\nThen whispered a name.
\nA name I\u2019d heard countless times.
\nA name connected to the hospital.
\nTo Alicia\u2019s treatment.
\nTo the threats.
\nTo the false records.
\n\u201cVictor Hayes.\u201d
\nMy blood ran cold.
\nBut Margaret wasn\u2019t finished.
\nShe grabbed my hand.
\n\u201cLucas, Victor wasn\u2019t just someone who knew Alicia\u2019s parents.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d
\nMargaret\u2019s entire body trembled.
\nThen she whispered,
\n\u201cHe was their business partner.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t speak.
\nAnd then she said the words that made everything we thought we knew about Alicia\u2019s life begin to collapse.
\n\u201cLucas, Alicia\u2019s parents discovered what Victor was doing years before Alicia ever became his patient.\u201d
\nTO BE CONTINUED \u2014 PART 8: THE NIGHT ALICIA\u2019S PARENTS DIED<\/strong><\/p>\nClick Here to continuous Read\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b Full Ending Story
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