I didn’t sleep that night.
I kept rereading the letter over and over again… hoping I misunderstood it.
Hoping it wasn’t real.
But every word felt heavier than the last.
“The people you call your parents… are not who you think they are.”
That sentence wouldn’t leave my mind.
At 2AM… I couldn’t take it anymore.
So I did something I never thought I would do.
I grabbed my keys… and drove straight to the hospital mentioned in the letter.
I know it sounds crazy.
But deep down…
I needed to know the truth.
The hospital looked different at night.
Cold. Silent. Almost… abandoned.
I found the old wing after asking around.
Most of the lights didn’t even work.
And then I saw it.
Room 217.
