Azalea
The signature was unmistakably mine—every loop and curve exactly as I’d written it a thousand times before. But I had never seen these documents in my life.
“This isn’t possible,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I stared at the papers. The room felt like it was spinning around me. “NO. I didn’t sign any of this.”
Mr. Lucky, the hospital director, barely looked up from his desk. “Miss De Luca, you signed everything we required. As you can see, your signature is clearly written on every page.”
“Shut up!” I screamed at him. “I wasn’t the one.”
Mia, the nurse, stepped closer. Her face was cold and mean. “We don’t allow this kind of behavior here. You took your sister out of the hospital yourself. Unless you have a twin sister we don’t know about?”
I whirled around to face her, f
