As if my mum breaking her hip and being rushed to hospital isn't shocking enough for one day now in her post-operative delirium she's just told me I'm not her daughter. That she has never been able to have children. The nurse reassures me that people are often confused after a trauma. But I know this woman so well and I can tell there's a grain of truth in what she says. Which begs the questions: Who am I? Where did I come from? When I dig into the truth I suddenly stir up a hornet's nest of secrets lies - and possibly a crime so unfathomable - that stretches back decades. What has my mum done? Can I trust her? Or has my digging put us both in peril of our lives?
