She's been lying my whole life...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?
