Searching Through Old Records
Inside the archives, dusty folders and records lined the shelves. Nancy, a seasoned staffer, pointed me to the files I needed.
‘Good luck in there,’ she offered, knowing the rabbit hole it could be. Hours passed, filled with pages stamped with dates and names, but most were mundane: routine logs and daily hospital operations.
‘It feels like chasing shadows,’ I muttered, slightly discouraged, but knowing somewhere in here, lay the pieces of our puzzle.