She thought it was just another exhibit. A quiet tour through the Real Bodies anatomical museum in Las Vegas—until it stopped right in front of her
A desiccated corpse, preserved in plastic and displayed under bright lights, was a figure she claimed she would have known anywhere: her missing son, Christopher Todd Erick.
“I know it’s my son,” she said. Not guessing. A certainty only a Mother can feel.
But instead of answers, she was led away in silence. The exhibit claimed all the bodies were legally donated. Yet no DNA tests were offered. No investigations were opened. It was just business as usual.
She didn’t want money. She didn’t want fame. She wanted the truth.
So now the real question begins:
How many “donated” bodies are actually unclaimed souls?
How many families are searching… While their loved ones are dissected behind glass?
This is not fiction.
This is not a movie.
This is a mother’s nightmare that may be far greater than anyone is willing to admit.
Because when art hides stolen stories…silence becomes a crime.
