I could not help but snort. Right there, with everyone watching, I slipped off my shoes and socks.My right foot was missing two toes.Back when we were kids, Jennifer and I had fought over a toy. Our parents, busy cooking, had rushed over to shield her. That was when our dad's knife dropped, slicing off two of my toes.They did not even bother taking me to the hospital. They only wrapped my foot up in some old rags and called it a day.That kind of pain had stuck with me, but they seemed to have forgotten all about it.I looked up, meeting the eyes of the crowd."The person in those photos had all ten toes. It was clearly not me."Nelson backed me up, saying, "Jennifer had a tattoo with my name on her lower back when we were together. She was scared it'd give her away, and told me to keep those photos hidden."I still have some shots of that tattoo, and it's proof that it's Jennifer in those pictures."And even if she had removed it, there'd be a scar."The reporters swivele
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