Demolition Before the Bloom

I had never stepped foot inside that hospital.

PART 5: THE WOMAN WHO WORE MY FACE

I stared at the visitor log.

My name.

My signature.

My identification number.

Every detail was perfect.

Too perfect.

Julian looked at me.

“Mom, are you sure you’ve never been to that hospital?”

I almost laughed.

“Julian, I don’t even know where it is.”

Mr. Morris pointed at the highlighted continue reading …