Chapter 3 - Unearthing The Dark Secrets Of St. Catherine’s Hospital
The sterile fluorescent lights of St. Catherine’s administrative archive hummed overhead like an angry swarm of mechanical hornets.
Nora sat at a metal folding table surrounded by towering stacks of dusty medical ledgers from six winters ago.
The hospital administrator had stepped out for coffee, leaving Nora alone with records that should have been locked away forever.
Her gloved fingers flipped through admission logs until she found the fateful night in November when her life had allegedly shattered.
The page containing her delivery notes was missing, cleanly sliced out of the binding with a razor blade.
Nora’s breath hitched in her throat as she noticed a faint indentation on the opposing page where heavy pressure had been applied.
She grabbed a soft pencil from her bag, shading the blank paper gently to reveal the embossed transfer stamp beneath.
The infant had never been moved to the hospital morgue; she had been transferred to a private pediatric wing registered under a shell corporation.
Before Nora could photograph the page with her phone, heavy footsteps echoed down the subterranean hallway outside the archive door.
The heavy metal door clicked open, and a security guard in a dark uniform stepped into the cramped room with a scowl.
“Visiting hours ended twenty minutes ago, ma'am,” the guard said, resting his hand heavily on his utility belt.
Nora quickly closed the ledger, slipping her phone into her coat pocket while maintaining a mask of cold composure.
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“I was looking for my mother’s historical file,” Nora lied smoothly, sliding past him into the narrow corridor.
As she walked out into the cool night air, she knew the hospital wasn't just hiding a mistake—they were hiding a crime.
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