OUTSIDE THE ROOM
Nneoma’s eyes widened in anger as the doctor walked out.
“What do you mean you’re stopping?!” she yelled.
The doctor looked at her, disgust written all over his face.
“I almost became a murderer because of you.”
Her husband stepped forward angrily. “Don’t forget you took our money!”
The doctor didn’t flinch.
“I’d rather lose my license than my soul.”
Nneoma’s face twisted with rage.
“You think you can just walk away?!”
But before anything else could happen—
SIRENS echoed outside the hospital.
Police cars.
Multiple.
Fast.
And loud.
The doctor’s eyes widened.
“Looks like your plan just ended.”
The sound of sirens tore through the hospital like a storm.
Patients turned. Nurses froze. Even the walls seemed to listen.
And then—
The glass doors BURST open.
Miriam ran in.
Her hair was disheveled, her face soaked in tears, her chest rising and falling like she had outrun death itself.
“WHERE IS MY SON?!” she screamed.
The entire reception area fell silent.
A nurse rushed forward. “Ma’am, please—”
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Miriam snapped, her voice shaking with rage. “My son… where is Samuel?!”
Before anyone could answer—
She saw them.
Nneoma.
Standing there.
Calm.
Cold.
Like nothing had happened.
For a second, Miriam froze.
Her world narrowed.
Her vision blurred.
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