The Wrong Woman

At that moment, Cole burst into the room. His face was pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he struggled to catch his breath.

His voice trembled as he conveyed the news, "Mr... Mr. Hoffis Senior... they've discovered... a body that surfaced... it's in a terrible state. The forensic team needs the Morrisons to come and identify it."

Florence's face drained of color at his words, her legs giving way beneath her as she collapsed. Despite the shock and grief, Gary sprang into action, swiftly moving to catch her before she hit the ground. Witnessing the scene, Cole rushed to assist as well.

Zach's body trembled slightly as he approached the bedside. Leaning in beside Mila, he gently clasped her cold hand, urging, "Wanda, wake up. Nate's been found."

At the mention of Nate, Mila's tired eyes fluttered open, meeting Zach's gaze calmly.

His expression was solemn, tears shimmering in his eyes.

"Grandpa, what's the matter? Why are you crying?" Mila's voice quivered with worry.

Touched by her concern, Zach struggled to compose himself, wiping away his tears before replying, "Wanda, the search team found a body near the river. It's currently being examined by the forensic department.

"The Morrison family is required to go and provide DNA for identification purposes. Would you like to come along and see if it's Nate?"

"Grandpa, it can't be Nate. He

he's not gone. He has his wife and son waiting for him.

should join me at the forensic department, just to confirm it's not him. It might give us some peace

"Grandpa, I don't want to go. I just want to sleep. When Nate comes back, tell him to find me here.

Mila spoke, her voice gradually weakened, fading into a

she slipped back into a deep slumber, immersing herself once more in the mysterious and ethereal realm of her

dream, Mila found herself seated beside a vast, white lake, enveloped in

in timeless anticipation, she felt a deep sense of emptiness and vulnerability that seemed to permeate her entire being.

of fate seemed to bring a new family crisis, each one striking harder

grandson were still held captive, their fate hanging in uncertainty.

his granddaughter, his last remaining family, also entangled in

himself unable to bear the relentless onslaught of challenges. Consumed by sorrow, he eventually gave in, collapsing beside Mila's bed. The Hoffis family

to the forensic department for DNA identification. Nonetheless, he had