-- Alexander --

The strong smell of sanitizer hung in the air as I sat down beside my mother's bed. I had barely touched the food beside me. All my attention was on her. I watched her chest fall and rise in rhythm as she breathed. She looked frail and old. The woman I saw on the bed was far from the vibrant assertive woman that I had known my whole life.

The doctor already said she would gain consciousness anytime soon but it didn't make it any easier for me. The message on her phone was stuck in my head.

'Spencer is not your real grandson. Your son has...