The security logs were edited. Camera feeds skipped just long enough for a body to disappear. Someone had overridden her digital tether to the world and walked her out through a blind spot they’d created.
Not a random predator, not a panicked mistake—someone who understood medical devices, hospital routines, and how much chaos a single missing heartbeat could hide. I didn’t just lose my mother that night. I found proof that a person can be unmade with a keystroke, then erased like they were never there at all.
