The Baby’s Ankle Tag Exposed The Doctor’s Secret Beneath The Convent Cemetery Shed-samsingg

A folded consent form.

A newborn ankle tag.

The tag had the same printed code as Miguel’s hidden strip.

TRANSFER 03.

Doctor Paloma took one step toward me.

I did not move away.

“Where is the child this belonged to?” I asked.

Her mouth twitched. Not quite fear. Not yet.

“You are misunderstanding private medical documents.”

“Private?” I looked down at the paper. “Then why is it buried behind my chapel?”