MasukVictoria stood beside the bedroom door, staring at the envelope in Alexander's hand. Her earlier confidence had disappeared, replaced by an expression Amelia couldn't quite understand.
“Mother, I'm waiting,” Alexander said. “What happened to the hospital records?”
Victoria adjusted her handbag. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Then you won't mind if we open this.”
He tore the envelope carefully. Inside was a collection of hospital documents, a photograph and a handwritten letter.
Amelia moved closer.
The first document carried her name.
**Amelia Carter.**
Beneath it was the date of her hospital admission, three years earlier.
She reached for the paper, but Victoria immediately stepped forward.
“Give me that.”
Alexander moved it out of her reach.
“No. Not this time.”
“Alexander, you don't understand what you're doing.”
“Then explain it!”
Victoria looked at Amelia before returning her attention to her son.
“Some things happened that were beyond your control. I was trying to protect this family.”
Amelia felt her patience disappearing.
“Why was my name on a hospital document? Why did I visit a hospital the night before I disappeared? And why are you so frightened of these papers?”
Victoria remained silent.
Alexander opened the next document. It contained a hospital discharge record, but several sections had been removed. The signature at the bottom belonged to someone named Dr. Samuel Bennett.
“Who is this doctor?” Amelia asked.
“He was the consultant who attended to you,” Alexander replied.
“Then we should find him.”
Victoria shook her head. “He no longer works at that hospital.”
“How convenient,” Amelia muttered.
Alexander looked at his mother. “Did you know about Amelia's hospital visit?”
Victoria didn't answer immediately.
Then she said, “I knew she was unwell.”
Amelia's eyes narrowed. “What was wrong with me?”
“You were under a great deal of stress.”
“That's not an answer.”
Victoria's voice became sharper. “You were making decisions that could have destroyed Alexander's future. I did what I believed was necessary.”
Alexander stared at her.
“What decisions?”
Victoria looked away.
Amelia picked up the photograph from the envelope. It showed her sitting in a hospital room, looking directly at the camera. A woman in a white coat stood beside her, holding a folder.
On the back was a handwritten date and a name.
**Dr. Rachel Morgan.**
“Is this the doctor?” Amelia asked.
Alexander examined the picture.
“No. I've never seen her before.”
“Then perhaps she can tell us what happened.”
Victoria suddenly reached for the photograph, but Amelia pulled it away.
“Stop trying to take everything from me!”
The older woman froze.
For a few seconds, the room was silent.
Then Victoria looked at Amelia with an expression that was almost pleading.
“You should go home.”
“I'm not leaving until I understand what happened.”
“You think Alexander will give you all the answers? You don't know what he was like before you disappeared.”
Alexander's jaw tightened.
“Enough, Mother.”
Victoria turned towards him. “You were not the only person who suffered. You were difficult, suspicious and obsessed with finding her. You accused everyone around you.”
“Because my wife disappeared!”
“And perhaps you should ask yourself why she wanted to leave.”
Amelia looked between them.
She couldn't tell whether Victoria was trying to expose something about Alexander or simply distract them from the hospital records.
Before she could ask, Alexander's phone rang.
He checked the caller's name and answered.
“Yes, Daniel?”
A man's voice came through the speaker, though Amelia couldn't make out every word.
Alexander's expression changed.
“Are you certain?”
He listened for a few more seconds before ending the call.
“What happened?” Amelia asked.
“My private investigator found Dr. Rachel Morgan.”
“Where?”
“She works at a medical centre outside the city. But there's a problem.”
“What problem?”
“She left the hospital three years ago, shortly after your disappearance. According to Daniel, she changed her name and refused to discuss her former patients.”
Amelia looked down at the photograph again.
“Then she knows something.”
“That's what I think.”
Victoria shook her head.
“Alexander, leave this alone.”
He turned towards her.
“Why?”
“Because you may not like what you discover.”
Amelia stepped closer to Victoria.
“Mrs Hayes, you keep warning us about the truth. But you haven't told us a single thing that explains your behaviour.”
Victoria looked at her for a long moment.
Then she spoke quietly.
“Because the night you disappeared, I was the last person who saw you.”
Amelia felt the room shift around her.
“You saw me?”
Victoria nodded.
“Where?”
“At the hospital.”
Alexander stared at his mother.
“You told me you never went there!”
Victoria's eyes filled with something Amelia couldn't identify.
“I had my reasons.”
Amelia gripped the photograph.
“What happened when you saw me?”
Victoria opened her mouth, but before she could answer, her phone vibrated.
She glanced at the screen.
A message had appeared from an unknown number.
Amelia couldn't read the entire message, but she caught the final sentence before Victoria turned
the screen away.
**She is remembering. Stop her before she finds the original file.**
Victoria looked up.
For the first time, she wasn't looking at Alexander.
She was looking directly at Amelia.
Amelia stared at her father, waiting for him to explain what he meant. The room suddenly felt smaller, and the recording of her mother's voice continued to echo in her mind.“Dad, what do you mean my mother wasn't the only woman who left the clinic?”Richard looked towards the window before answering.“Three years ago, the night you disappeared, two women were admitted to Rosewood Clinic. One was you. The other was Victoria.”Amelia frowned. “Why would Victoria be admitted to the same clinic?”“That's what I've been trying to understand.”Alexander was still on the phone.“Amelia, are you with your father?”“Yes.”“Don't leave that house until Daniel and I arrive. There's something else I haven't told you.”“What?”He hesitated.“The hospital recorded a second identity for the woman admitted under Victoria's name. The photograph attached to the record looks remarkably like you.”Amelia slowly lowered herself into a chair.“What are you saying? That someone used my identity twice?”“Po
The apartment remained dark, and Amelia could hear the handle moving from the other side of the door. Richard quickly pulled her away from the entrance.“Stay behind me,” he whispered.“Who is out there?”“I don't know, but we need to leave.”Richard reached for his phone and switched on the flashlight. Amelia grabbed the envelope containing the photograph and followed him towards the kitchen.The knocking stopped.A moment later, someone spoke through the door.“Mr. Carter, we know you're inside. This doesn't have to become complicated.”Amelia recognised the voice.It was the same man who had delivered the mysterious envelope to her apartment.Richard froze.“You know him?” Amelia whispered.Richard nodded reluctantly. “His name is Peter. He used to work for Victoria.”“Why would someone working for Victoria be looking for you?”“I'll explain everything when we're somewhere safe.”Richard opened the kitchen door, which led to a small passage connecting the apartment to the building'
Amelia stared at the photograph until her eyes began to hurt. Her father stood beside her outside Rosewood Clinic, looking older than she remembered, but there was no mistaking his face.She had spent years believing he was dead. Now she was beginning to wonder whether everything she knew about her childhood had been a carefully constructed lie.Her phone rang again.It was Sophie.Amelia answered immediately. “You have five seconds to explain why my father is standing beside me in this photograph.”“Amelia, where are you?”“Don't change the subject. You told me he was dead!”“I know what I told you.”“Then why is he alive?”Sophie remained silent.Amelia's voice trembled with anger. “You knew, didn't you? You knew he was alive, and you allowed me to spend years believing I had nobody.”“I was trying to protect you.”“Everybody keeps saying that! Your excuses are beginning to sound rehearsed.”“Please, just listen to me. Your father wasn't supposed to contact you.”“Who decided that?”
Amelia couldn't take her eyes off Victoria.The older woman quickly locked her phone and slipped it into her handbag, but the damage was already done. Amelia had seen enough to understand that someone was warning Victoria about her.“Who sent that message?” Amelia demanded.Victoria looked away. “It doesn't concern you.”“Someone just told you to stop me from finding an original file. What file?”Alexander stepped closer to his mother. “I want an answer too.”Victoria took a deep breath. “You both need to calm down. You're making assumptions based on a message you weren't supposed to see.”“Then explain it,” Alexander replied.“I can't.”“Or you won't?”Victoria said nothing.Amelia picked up the hospital photograph and placed it inside her handbag. “I'm going to find Dr. Rachel Morgan. If she knows anything about my past, she can tell me herself.”“You shouldn't go looking for her,” Victoria warned.“Why? Are you afraid she'll tell me something?”Victoria's silence was enough to make
Victoria stood beside the bedroom door, staring at the envelope in Alexander's hand. Her earlier confidence had disappeared, replaced by an expression Amelia couldn't quite understand.“Mother, I'm waiting,” Alexander said. “What happened to the hospital records?”Victoria adjusted her handbag. “I don't know what you're talking about.”“Then you won't mind if we open this.”He tore the envelope carefully. Inside was a collection of hospital documents, a photograph and a handwritten letter.Amelia moved closer.The first document carried her name.**Amelia Carter.**Beneath it was the date of her hospital admission, three years earlier.She reached for the paper, but Victoria immediately stepped forward.“Give me that.”Alexander moved it out of her reach.“No. Not this time.”“Alexander, you don't understand what you're doing.”“Then explain it!”Victoria looked at Amelia before returning her attention to her son.“Some things happened that were beyond your control. I was trying to pr
Amelia pushed her chair back so quickly that it scraped against the floor. Her eyes remained fixed on the man outside the café, but by the time she reached the entrance, he had disappeared into the crowd.She stepped onto the pavement and looked in both directions.Nothing.“Amelia!”Alexander's voice came from behind her. He had ended his phone call and was now approaching with a worried expression.“What happened?”“The man outside. Did you see him?”“What man?”“The one wearing a grey coat. He was standing near the window, watching me.”Alexander looked towards the street. His expression changed when she showed him the photograph from the envelope.“Where did you get this?”“Someone delivered it to my apartment last night.”He studied the picture carefully. “I know him.”Amelia turned towards him. “You do?”“I believe his name is Marcus Reed. He used to work for my company.”“Used to?”“He resigned shortly before you disappeared.”“Why?”Alexander returned the photograph to her. “I







