He visited me in the hospital.
She had brought me flowers.
He had sat by my bed when I was too weak to get up on my own.
And after I came home, she kept checking on me.
But three months after the twins were born, Rebecca suddenly moved away.
He told me he needed a fresh start.
I never questioned it.
Until now.
I looked at Mark.
"Rebecca?"
I couldn't find my eyes.
– Tell me he's lying. That silence was my answer.
I felt as if the ground had disappeared beneath me.
"My own sister?"
Mark spoke
finally.
"She was there that night."
"What did she do?"
He swallowed it down.
"She knew about the twins."
"Everyone did that."
NO.
He shook his head.
"She knew something you didn't know."
Laura went ahead.
"Rebecca knew that Stefan had a heart condition."
I looked at her.
The?
“It was a difficult situation,” he continued. “The doctors weren’t sure if he would survive the first few weeks. Mark was terrified.”
I looked at my husband.
"You told me he had died.""You blame yourself."
"I would have loved my son!"
I know.
“You had no right to decide that for me!”
I know.
Her voice failed her.
But my anger was stronger than my pain.
"What happened to him?"
Mark looked at Stefan.
"He was transferred to another hospital with a different name."
I looked at Stefan.
Because?
"Rebecca fixed it."
My heart was pounding.
“What did she repair?”
"All".Suddenly, the memories came together.
Rebecca asks me strange questions.
Rebecca told me I needed to focus on Cole.
Rebecca repeatedly said: A healthy baby is a blessing.
Rebecca advised me not to ask too many questions about the hospital records.
I had trusted her.
I had trusted them all.
