Unless there was more to the story.
The next morning, I made a decision.
I needed the truth.
The orphanage looked the same.
But everything felt different.
Mrs. Alvarez greeted me warmly, but I didn’t waste time.
“I need to see Lilu’s full file,” I said.
Her expression changed.
“Why?”
“Because something doesn’t add up.”
She hesitated.
Then she nodded.
The file was thinner than I expected.
Too thin.
“There’s more,” I said quietly.
Mrs. Alvarez sighed.
“There is,” she admitted. “But it was sealed.”
“By who?”
She looked at me carefully.
“Your husband.”
I felt like I was going to faint.
“Open it,” I whispered.
Inside was a single document.
A hospital record.
And a name.
Not Lilu’s.
