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❝𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲, à𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐝 ❞

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❝𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲, à𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐝 ❞


• A V Y A A N A •


With my heart pounding, I rushed to my car, unlocked it, and hopped into the back seat. I turned off my phone and told the driver to start the car. In the back seat, I found another phone and a laptop.

Opening the laptop, I typed in some codes. I wanted to hack into the hospital's security cameras, so I could see what really happened there and what's happening there. I'm not a computer genius, but I know a few tricks.

As I typed, lines of weird symbols appeared on the screen. It looked like a secret language only I could understand. Somehow, I managed to break through the digital walls. The laptop's screen lit up, and I saw live feeds from the hospital camera

The car glided through the city streets, and I couldn't shake the feeling that every turn brought me closer to unraveling the mysteries surrounding my mother's tragic demise. Nestled next to me, the laptop was the key to unlocking the mysteries hidden in the hospital's surveillance system.

As we neared the entrance, a knot tightened in my stomach. I gave the driver directions to pull into a quiet alley where the city lights barely made a hint.I paused to gather my courage.

There was a chill of uncertainty in the air as I got out of the car. The closed hospital loomed before me.

I spotted the watchful gaze of a security camera. My heartbeat quickened as I knew that the next move was crucial. With a cautious glance around, I reached into my bag, pulling out a small device. It was a gadget I bought specifically for times like this, one that interfered with the signal from the camera.

I pointed the gadget at the unwavering lens and pressed an interference-generating button. The camera blinked, temporarily blinding its vigilant eye. I took the opportunity to turn it off entirely.

I entered the doorway with the camera turned off, prepared to face the darkness and reveal the information that my mother had been deprived of for far too long.

I stopped for a second, checking if I was alone on the quiet road that led to the hospital on the outskirts. The decision to build lifecare Medical Healthcare Center in this remote area had been deliberate-an attempt to bridge the healthcare gap for the village residents. A mere forty-five minutes from the city, and an hour away from the village, it was envisioned as a lifeline for those in need.

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