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I didn’t waste any more time thinking about it. “Yes, I’m sure.”

She drops her open arms down to her sides and nods decisively. “Okay, follow me. We’ll have to talk to my supervisors. I don’t think this happens very often.”

I found that the woman was her foster mother. She ended up losing custody of her and was charged with child endangerment. I can’t muster empathy for that woman—I can still see Luna’s red-hot face, full of sweat and tears. We bonded immediately.After so many years in Peds, kids naturally love me. But with Luna, it was different.

CHAPTER 8

Winnie

My heart beats frantically, as I stand by the wall, hoping I don’t get caught or discovered.

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, as I take my phone to my face to see that I have spent so much more time already than I intend to.

I need to get this done already. I don't think I'll ever have this kind of opportunity again before Ted gets to discover.

I quickly took a peep again, to see Nurse Mia and Dr. Sam are still in a very deep conversation.

I tap my fingers nervously on my legs, as I continue to take a peep at them from time to time.

“Ah. Finally.” I say in relief, as I see that the conversation seems rounded up and both are about taking their leave.

“Shit, no, no, no,” I say, pressing myself back on the wall, as Dr. Sam decides he is going to follow Nurse Mia in the direction I'm standing.

I shut my eyes tightly and held my breath, pressing myself more into the wall so that if it was possible to merge with it, I'd have done just that.

I let out a sigh of relief, as I squinted open my eyes to see that they both now have their backs to me, walking ahead and they didn't notice me.

“Wait, what do I do now?” I ask myself as the person I have come to question is the person I'm avoiding.

“Think, Winnie,” I say to myself, as I start pacing around where I'm standing, and then my eyes go to Dr. Sam’s open office.

My eyes widen in realization and a smile plays on my lips as I briskly make my way to his office. I look around one more time, before I make my way into his office, shutting it after I enter.

Where do I start from? I ponder, as I stand in the middle of his office, staring at the numerous file cupboards in his office.

I quickly make my way to one of the shelves and I begin to search through the labeling on each of them.

“Death certificate.” I read out, before pulling out the cupboard to search through the files, and just like in Ted’s office, there's nothing in my name or my supposed babies' names.

I pause to think for a moment. Could it be? “No, no.” I shake my head in disbelief, it is not possible. I search through the death certificate drawer again and still nothing.

I heave out a deep sigh and begin to search through for birth certificates.

“It Won't be bad to just check,” I say, as I try to convince myself that I'm doing the right thing, and not being unnecessarily delusional.

I pull open the drawer once I get to it. I push out the thought of doubt that nudges at the back of my mind, and I begin to search through the files.

“Winnie Chapman.” I read out loud, as I pulled out the file from the birth certificate section. I can feel my heart beating loudly in my ears, as I take the file with shaky hands, and place it on Dr. Sam’s Table to flip through.

“What do you think you're doing?!” Dr. Sam’s voice rings across my ears, making me jump violently, as I slam my hand down on the birth certificate folder, before turning around.

Dr. Sam stands before me with a look of annoyance painted on his usual face. He stares at me with wide eyes. “You shouldn’t be here.” He says quietly but with a firm voice.

“You lied to me,” I said accusingly, “Why did you lie to me?” My voice shakes, as I point to the folder on his desk. “My babies…” My throat starts to clog up, as I start to choke up and tears stream down my face.

He frowned at me, furrowing his brow, and tightening his mouth. “I did it to protect you,” he says, softening his tone. It was important for us, for you.” He steps towards me, grabs my shoulders, and holds me at arm's length. “It was necessary for your future; I didn't want them weighing you down or stopping your life,” he whispers softly.

“That’s my decision, not yours!” I yell, shrugging his hand off my shoulder. My chest rises and falls quickly as I try to catch my breath and calm down.

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