Lyra
There was a brief pause, and then Frank exclaimed, “Oh, yeah. I looked into what he asked me to—the medical records.”
Goosebumps grew on my skin.
“And?”
“I can confirm someone tampered with your medical records. They were swapped.”
My chest twisted. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I had suspected this, but hearing it confirmed sent a jolt of shock through me.
“Who did it? Do you know who swapped them?” I asked.
“I’ve checked the hospital’s CCTV footage,” Frank said, his voice tight with frustration. I already had a feeling what he was about to say next.
“Unfortunately, no.” I guessed right, “The footage from today, going back a week, has been tampered with too. Whoever did this cover their tracks well. The
