It was time to stop running from the past.
I decided to track down the hospital where the body had been taken. Being in forensics myself, I knew this was my best chance to access the information I needed.
Yes, I needed answers.
Lying was unethical. It went against everything I stood for, but desperation has a way of blurring the lines.
I had no choice.
I stood outside the hospital, its imposing structure far more modern than I had imagined. This wasn’t some rundown facility on the outskirts of town. It made sense after all, the school I attended was prestigious, and they wouldn't have sent a body to just any hospital.
This place handles serious cases.
I headed for the forensic department. It wasn't bustling, which is luckily for me, it seemed like a slow afternoon. I spotted a wom
