When I reached the third floor, I saw the couple through the narrow window in room 318. The woman\u2019s green dress was wrinkled, and her husband looked exhausted. They stood beside a hospital bed, watching someone beneath a white blanket. I pushed open the door, holding the plastic bag tightly. The woman immediately noticed the ring. \u201cThat ring,\u201d she whispered. I stepped between them and the bed, demanding to know where they had gotten it and what they had done to my mother. The man raised his hands, asking me to lower my voice because the patient needed rest.<\/p>\n
Then I looked down at the bed, and every angry word disappeared. It was my mother. Evelyn lay pale and fragile, with an IV taped to her hand and her gray hair spread across the pillow. The woman who had always ironed her sheets and kept every towel perfectly arranged now looked impossibly small. \u201cMom?\u201d I whispered, gripping the bedrail to keep myself standing. Her eyes remained closed. I turned toward the couple again, desperate for answers, but before I could demand anything else, the woman began crying. \u201cWe didn\u2019t hurt her,\u201d she said. \u201cWe found her.\u201d Her name was Margaret, and her husband was Thomas. What they told me next changed everything.<\/p>\n
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