“Are you sure you want to see this, Hanz?”

The woman behind the old clinic’s reception desk looked at Hanz with uncertainty written all over her face.

“Please, Ma’am. It’s important. I just need to know if Lyra was ever a patient here.”

Hanz’s voice was quiet but firm, carrying undeniable urgency. He handed her a slip of paper with Lyra’s full name and the approximate date she returned to Jakarta. His eyes locked intensely on the computer screen behind the desk.

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