I called Dr. Caroline Reeves, Hannah’s friend and the director of the private hospital where she had supposedly d!ed.
“Nathan,” she whispered as soon as she answered, “I’ve been trying to reach you for hours.”
My bl00d ran cold.
“What really happened?”
Silence.
“Hannah didn’t arrive at the hospital alive. They brought her in without identification, without a fetal heartbeat, and your mother demanded an immediate cremation. I refused. They also tried to register the baby as stillborn without an autopsy.”
“The baby…?”
The doctor’s voice broke.
SAY “YES” IF YOU’RE READY FOR THE FULL STORY AND CHECK BELLOW
The black button was caught between Hannah’s fingers, with a narrow strip of navy fabric twisted beneath it.
I stopped beside the sofa with the white lilies still in my hand. Lorraine was moving a chair two inches to the left while one of the housekeepers checked the place cards.
