At the police precinct, we were questioned separately.
The boy pretending to be Owen was the first to produce evidence, and it immediately put me at a disadvantage.
It was a hospital-stamped schizophrenia diagnosis report. The name on it was Claire Harper.
He gave the investigating officer a pitiful account.
"Officer, my mom's mental state is unstable, and she has episodes from time to time. She keeps imagining that I was switched with another child, and she deliberately keeps her distance from me every day. Today at the parent-teacher conference, she lost control because she had another episode."
The officer held the report and asked me to verify it.
My expression remained calm as I exposed the truth on the spot.
"The report is real, but I wasn't the patient. Three months ago, I no
