Sarah POV

I smiled as I spread the hospital records across Alex's coffee table like a dealer laying out cards. Each document was a weapon, each signature a bullet in my carefully loaded gun. Alex sat across from me, his dark eyes scanning the papers with the intensity of a hawk spotting prey.

"Jesus Christ, Sarah." His voice was barely above a whisper. "This is impossible."

"Is it?" I leaned back in my chair, savoring the moment. "Look at the blood work. Look at the dental records. Look at the ...