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I came home without telling anyone on New Year’s Eve, expecting to surprise my wife and meet my newborn son for the first time. Instead, I found my wife starving after emergency surgery, my eleven-day-old baby shivering in the freezing apartment, and the family I trusted had vanished with every dollar I sent to care for them. What I uncovered on the security cameras that night would end with police reports, shattered relationships, and a betrayal I never imagined.
The golden numbers on the elevator display ticked upward with agonizing slowness. 48 49 50. Megan Collins stared at her reflection in the polished brass doors, barely recognizing the woman looking back. The uniform was the first thing that always caught her eye. A shapeless slate gray thing that smelled permanently of industrial starch and other people's desperation. It hung loosely off her frame, hiding the sharp protrusion of her collar bones and the hollow curve of her hips. She adjusted the white apron tied around her waist, her fingers trembling slightly. It wasn't just the exhaustion, though that was a constant companion these days. It was the hunger, a dull, gnawing ache in the pit of her stomach that she had learned to ignore over the last few months.