Demolition Before the Bloom

who had entered the private hospital during Julian’s recovery.

One name was highlighted.

My blood froze.

ELENA MARTINEZ.

My name.

My signature.

My identification number.

Someone had entered the hospital pretending to be me.

Someone who wanted access to my wounded son.

Someone who almost reached him.

Julian looked up slowly.

“Mom…”

I could barely breathe.

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