"Mr. Bennett, the deceased in the hallway is a woman named Nancy Dorothy. Look again. This deceased is Yvonne Bennett. Her ID ends with 7214, and her only registered child is Callum Bennett."
"Impossible..." Callum stared at the face on the hospital bed, his whole body beginning to shake. His mother lay there in silence, no longer able to respond to his calls.
"Mom?"
He gripped her cold hand, his voice cracking. "Mom, how did you end up here?"
The bed gave no answer. Seconds later, Callum jerked his head up, his bloodshot eyes locking onto me.
"Vivian, why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"I told you—many times."
"You knew I misunderstood. Why didn't you make it clear?" He lunged forward and grabbed my shoulders, his grip so tight it sent a jolt of pain through me.
"If you hadn't been
