All they knew was that she’d quit her job out of the blue twenty years ago, then disappeared without a trace. The more Wiona dug into it, the stranger it all seemed. Who could erase every record of someone so completely, especially two decades ago? Even her employment files at the hospital were gone, like she’d never worked there at all.
Wiona couldn’t shake the suspicion that the Morgan family was involved. When her and Madison’s true backgrounds were made public, the Morgans claimed the nurse did it out of hatred for their family. They said she wanted to tear them apart, make sure the real Morgan child ended up lost and alone. But beyond that, they never said another word about the nurse. Where did she go? Did anyone try to make things right? Did they look for her at all? No one talked about it. It was as if the Morgans wanted everyone to forget she’d ever existed. Or maybe they really couldn’t find her.
Either way, the whole thing reeked of secrets and coverups. When Wiona hit a dead end at the hospital, she handed the name “Jewel” to Mr. Bishop, hoping he could dig something up in the police records. But he came back empty-handed too.
“Her family reported her missing twenty years ago,” he said. “The police never found her. She could’ve died quietly and no one noticed, or she changed her name and started over somewhere else. Worst case, she skipped the country illegally.”
He looked at Wiona. “You’re looking for the nurse who switched your identity, right?”
“You know about that?” Wiona asked.
Mr. Bishop nodded. “I went to her family. They only found out about everything because of the news. Two years ago, someone showed up at their door and warned them to keep quiet. When the police went back, the family was scared but finally told us about it. They didn’t know who those people were, but they barged in and searched Jewel’s old bedroom from top to bottom. Didn’t find anything, so they left.”
Wiona’s pulse quickened. “Can I meet her family?”
Mr. Bishop glanced at his watch. “Give it a few days. I’ll set it up and go with you. Maybe you’ll find something that helps.”
He changed the subject, bringing up Donna and then Devin, the man staying in the third floor guest room.
“Have you met him?” he asked.
Wiona shook her head. “He hasn’t come out since he got here.”
“You can investigate it yourself,” he said quietly.
Libby went back to Hawthorne Hall, not as the butler, but as a guest. A guest determined to find out why his mother died.
Wiona didn’t care about her return. Still, every time she ran into Libby, she stared at her, eyes cold and sharp. It made her skin crawl, like she was being hunted by something dangerous. She found herself avoiding her whenever she could.
She had no idea that Libby was already piecing things together, talking to the old staff. They told her, “After you left, Donna started picking fights with Mrs. Sullivan all the time. People didn’t respect her like they did when you were here, and she took it hard. Mrs. Sullivan even yelled at her in front of everyone once. Mr. Sullivan gave her the cold shoulder too. When Devin almost strangled her, no one did a thing. Tracy started bringing her calming soup every day.”
Libby listened to it all, filling in the blanks of what his mother had gone through after he left. He even got hold of Donna’s phone. Most of the texts were deleted, but two contacts remained. One was his, filled with everyday messages. The other was from Sophie.
Sophie: Donna, Wiona hasn’t figured anything out, has she?

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