While cleaning the attic, I came across a box labeled “Photos – Keep” and found pictures from years ago, including some that left me confused. In them, I was holding a newborn in a hospital bed, looking exhausted yet joyful. The troubling part was that I had never been pregnant, or at least, I didn’t remember being. One photo stood out: the curtains and mustard-yellow chair matched a hospital room in a nearby town where I’d visited my sick aunt, but I had no recollection of ever being a patient there.
Curious, I went to the hospital the next morning and requested my records. After a long wait, a nurse informed me they found records under my name. But before sharing more, she said, “We’ll need to make ONE CALL.” I was left stunned, wondering what the call would reveal.
