Pearl and Damian arrived at a sanatorium in Enswood.

Nestled on the outskirts of Enswood, not too far from the city center, the sanatorium sat in a quiet spot, away from the hustle and bustle of the town. Few folks frequented the place.

Pearl hadn't considered this location before. With Beah's serious illness, Pearl assumed she'd be in a hospital. Sanatoriums were usually for those nearing the end of their lives, so the thought of Beah choosing this place to pass away tore at her heart.

She hurried inside, eager to see her mother, but a person at the door stopped her. "Who are you? What's your name? Can I see your ID?"

Pearl felt a bit flustered but tried to stay composed. "My mom's in there. Can I go see her?"

"What's your mother's name?"

unsure if Beah might have used a different name here.

and then looked grave. "Beah Jordan...

heart skipped a beat. "Please double-check. You must

to believe, but there was a Beah Jordan here. I wouldn't make a

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hands. No one knows when it's their time.

his tone had been aggressive and

intensified. "Where's her body then? Can

first before we let you in." The receptionist hesitated. "But there's a chance. If you can prove something that belonged

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