Her mother, vibrant and full of life just days ago, now seemed a ghost of her former self, tethered to existence by tubes and machines. The doctors had offered explanations, their words clinical and devoid of the human element that Sarah craved. Complications, they said, their voices a practiced symphony of empathy and professionalism. But Sarah felt the undercurrent of something amiss, a nagging suspicion that refused to be silenced.

Hospital negligence was not a foreign concept to her. She had read stories, heard whispers of medical errors and oversights that turned lives upside down. Yet, facing it firsthand was a different beast. It gnawed at her, filled her with a helpless fury that had no outlet. But was that the true source of her rage, or was there more lurking beneath the surface?