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Chapter 2 - The Medical Records

Daniel stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I quickly kicked the burner phone under the edge of the crib.

I turned around and pretended to be adjusting the baby’s pink blanket.

Daniel narrowed his eyes and asked me what I was doing on the floor.

I smoothly lied and said I had dropped my favorite hair clip.

He seemed to accept the excuse and walked into our bedroom to get dressed.

I knew I could not confront him without hard evidence of his terrible crime.

I waited until Daniel left for work the next morning.

I immediately drove to the hospital where I had delivered my baby two days ago.

I marched directly to the medical records department on the third floor.

I demanded a physical copy of my complete delivery file.

The receptionist looked at her computer screen and suddenly looked very nervous.

She stuttered and told me that my file had been classified and restricted by the chief of medicine.

I slammed my hands on the desk and threatened to call the police.

A young nurse overheard the commotion and pulled me into an empty supply closet.

She locked the door and looked at me with tears in her eyes.

She told me that her name was Sarah and she had been in the delivery room with me.

She said I had passed out from severe blood loss right after the final push.

Sarah took a deep breath and handed me a crumpled piece of paper.

It was an unofficial copy of my true birth certificate.

I looked at the gender section and gasped in absolute shock.

The paper clearly stated that I had given birth to a healthy baby boy.

I was currently raising a little girl in my home.

Sarah whispered that Daniel had paid the hospital administrator a fortune to forge the official documents.

She warned me that Daniel was an incredibly dangerous and powerful man.

I asked her desperately where my biological son was right now.

Sarah said Daniel had given my son to a woman named Elena Ramos.

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Suddenly, a loud banging echoed against the supply closet door.

A deep, aggressive male voice ordered us to open the door immediately.

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