The Moment of No Return
My son accidentally ate peanuts and suffered a severe allergic reaction.
I threw away all the anti-allergy medication in the house and even hung up when he called 911 for help.
I watched helplessly as his airway swelled shut and he suffocated to death.
In my previous life, when my son struggled to breathe, I immediately drove him to the hospital.
After an intense rescue effort, he survived, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, my mother-in-law stormed in, furious, accusing me of being a monster and blaming me for nearly killing him.
I hurried to explain that he was fine.
Yet, when I presented the doctor's report and discharge paperwork, I was horrified to discover that they had turned into a death certificate.
My son, who had been resting safely in the ICU, was gone.
He had somehow appeared in the morgue.
Refusing to accept it, I checked the surveillance footage.
However, the footage clearly showed that my son never left the operating room.
Instead, it was just me, talking to myself the entire time.
I had no idea what was happening.
No one believed me.
They locked me in a psychiatric hospital.
In the end, as my condition worsened, a swarm of frenzied patients attacked me and tore me apart alive.
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