A nearby nurse mumbled, "This Samara Anderson... why can't I reach her by phone? It's way past her appointment time."
My husband paused for a moment but didn't pay much attention, perhaps thinking it was a common name. The truth was, it was my name, Samara Anderson. I, the one he thought a liar about being pregnant to escape from all the burden of blame, was here for a real checkup that day. I was not a criminal. I desperately wanted his child, but it was not meant to be.
Suddenly, the nurse spoke again, "Oh, that chaotic incident from three months ago... I think she might be the one at that time...."
Just then, Jayden's phone rang. "Captain Williams, we have a lead!"
He hung up the phone and rushed out the door. The very next page on the desk was my own hospital registration form.
My dear husband, just a little further, just a peek, and you would see the truth that screamed my innocence. You would know I was not lying.... and that your father's death was not my fault.
However, with renewed urgency, he raced back to the police station.
A bloody letter showed up at the police station, out of nowhere. It said, [Guess who I am? Hint: Baby doll.]