Buried in an archived hospital file was an earlier version of her delivery record.
The original document listed a stillbirth, but the revised version listed a live infant.
I felt physically sick.
Because suddenly we weren't dealing with suspicions anymore.
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We were dealing with evidence.
Someone had changed the official story.
And they had spent years making sure nobody found out.
For nearly two weeks, every lead went nowhere.
Former employees refused to return our calls. Several records had disappeared entirely, and more than once we started to wonder if we'd ever get the full story.
Then Olivia tracked down the name of a retired maternity nurse who had worked that night.
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Three days later, we found the person who finally told us why.
Her name was Nora.
She had worked as a maternity nurse at the hospital on the night our daughters were born. When she opened her front door and saw us standing there, the color drained from her face.
