Tracy gave another nod. Leah and Sebastian took one side of the table, Tracy the other.

“As I mentioned over the phone,” Leah said, “Magnolia Avenue Hospital granted me access to my hospital records, which is how I knew that you were working there the day of my birth.”

Tracy’s lips formed a horizontal line. “I decided to get a degree in nursing when I was eighteen years old. Worst decision I ever made. Magnolia Avenue was my first employer, and as soon as I started my job there, I realized I’d made a mistake. Nursing was not for me.”

Apparently, the hospital hadn’t exactly been fond of Tracy either, since she’d been let go after just a few years on staff. Leah supplied her birthdate, full name, and the names of both sets of parents. “Does any of that ring a bell?”

“Not at all.”

“Do you remember the nurses who were working the shift with you that day?” She rattled off the other women’s names.

“I hardly remember Lois. Bonnie was much older and treated me like I was a child. Joyce was loud and obnoxious. She never stopped talking.”

“Do you happen to have any contact information for Bonnie?”

“No. We never saw or talked to each other outside of work hours.”

“Do you remember anything about Lois, Joyce, or Bonnie’s personal lives?”

Her jaw tightened. “Are these the types of questions you’re asking the other women about me?”

“I’m seeking to get a sense of the big picture.” She sidestepped answering Tracy’s question directly. “Any and all information could be helpful.”

The skin between Tracy’s eyes creased. “Are you trying to pin the fact that you were switched at birth on one of us?”

“Like she said. She’s just trying to get a sense of the big picture.” Sebastian’s tone was polite but firm.

“Joyce was always running short on money,” Tracy said. “She had three kids and a husband who was a big spender. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she was taking medicine from the hospital and selling it to pay bills. I don’t remember anything about Lois’s or Bonnie’s personal lives. I left Magnolia Avenue as soon as I was offered a job working as an administrator for a plastic surgery practice.”

“Which practice is that?” Sebastian asked.

“I’d rather not say.” She frowned at Leah. “I’m here to help you. I don’t want anyone calling my boss and making trouble for me.”

“No one will call your boss,” Leah said.