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Chapter 1

Just days after being discharged from the hospital, my husband’s adopted sister, Wendy Crowley, went live.Crying on a rooftop, she accused me of causing her miscarriage."The ultrasound already showed it was a boy… and that woman took his life!"She can’t have children herself, so she couldn’t stand that I could. I want her to pay for my child’s death!"My husband, Tristan Crowley, believed every word."Wendy, I failed to protect you. If I’d known she hated you this much, I would’ve locked her away long ago."The livestream sparked outrage.Everyone demanded justice."This is murder. She’s rotten to the core!""Where’s the law? Lock her up immediately!"However, when Tristan and Wendy tracked me down–still streaming live–everyone watching… broke down in tears....Tristan Crowley and Wendy Crowley rolled out of the city with a full livestream crew and a line of bodyguards.The convoy stopped at a private villa tucked away in the foothills.Nobody was permitted to enter that property.

Chapter 2

A man in a slicked-back haircut and a sharp suit stepped forward holding a briefcase.He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose and gave the camera the practiced little smile he had used a hundred times.The chat caught him fast.[That's Marshall Pierce!][Top defense lawyer in the country. Crowley group's chief counsel!][Oh good, let the pros handle her!][May Fairfax is finished! There is no escaping Marshall Pierce!]Marshall pulled a sheet of paper out of his briefcase, cleared his throat, and read it like he was reading a verdict."Per the criminal code, anyone who intentionally inflicts serious bodily injury on another person may be sentenced to a multi-year term, depending on the severity and the specific circumstances. In cases involving particularly cruel methods or aggravating factors, the sentence may be longer."He paused. He looked toward the dead, empty room."Ms. Fairfax. You are suspected of intentional bodily injury resulting in miscarriage, with aggrava

Chapter 3

Wendy's eyes flickered at the drunk's line.She bit down on her teeth, dug into her pocket, pulled her phone out, and turned the screen at the camera."You want to call me a liar. I have proof."It was a piece of hospital surveillance from three days ago.A woman walked into frame.Hair loose around her shoulders. Fruit knife in her right hand.It was supposed to be me. May Fairfax.The footage had me with murder on my face, kicking a hospital room door open, walking straight to the bed.Then in one motion, the knife came down across Wendy's belly.Wendy's voice came out of the speakers, raw."Help! Somebody! She's killing my baby!"The pitch of it could have cut glass.The nurse station lights started flashing. White coats came running into the frame.In the video, I turned and ran. The end of the corridor swallowed me.The footage cut.The chat lost its mind.[Holy sh*t! She actually did it!][What is there left to debate? The proof is right there! May is a murderer!

Chapter 4

The officer's words hit the courtyard like a charge."Dead?" The color was already going out of Tristan's face. "You said May is dead?"The officer glanced at him. His tone was flat."Yes. The owner of this house. May Fairfax. Time of death roughly seven days ago. The neighbors called us in because no one had come or gone for a long time. We found the body. The initial assessment is suicide. Multiple injuries on the body. The fatal wound was to her wrist. She lost too much blood."I stood between them and watched.Nobody could see me.I had been dead a week. There was just a weightless thing left of me, walking around the world.Wendy's eyes shifted. Then she shrieked."She killed herself out of guilt! She knew she could not get away with what she did to my baby! She ran first!"She threw herself into Tristan's arms. Her shoulders were shaking."Tristan, she is dead! Does that mean my baby's death does not get justice? Does she walk away from this just by dying? That isn't ri

Chapter 5

The officer sent the surveillance file off for analysis.The technicians came back fast. The hospital footage that had supposedly shown me attacking Wendy was a deepfake.The original clip was from a different incident at the same hospital a week earlier. The woman in the original footage was a stranger. Wendy had paid someone to swap that woman's face for mine, and to swap the patient's face for her own. The seam was clean. Edited well. The whole thing was a fabrication.When the lab's findings hit the livestream, the chat detonated.[The video is fake! Wendy was lying!][So the wound on her belly is fake too! She was never pregnant!][We got played. Wendy, you horrible woman!][I was just cursing at May… I was cursing at a dead woman…]There was no blood left in Wendy's face.She watched the chat she had whipped into a frenzy turn on her one comment at a time. Her lips were shaking."That isn't… That isn't what happened."She turned to Tristan."Tristan, you believe me, r

Chapter 6

A week later. Wendy's case opened.I sat in the gallery. No one could see me.The prosecution put forward stack after stack of evidence.They proved Wendy had not just produced a deepfake. She had taken a scalpel to her own belly to fake the wound.When the medical examiner took the stand and said the depth and angle of the cut were inconsistent with an attack and consistent with self-inflicted injury, the gallery went up in a roar.Tristan and Wendy's mother sat in the gallery, sobbing into her hands.She had believed every word her daughter had ever told her. She had believed the pregnancy, the miscarriage, the attack.She had not known the whole thing was theater.Marshall Pierce sat at the defense table looking gray.He had been one of the top criminal-defense attorneys in the country. He had been Crowley Group's chief counsel.In this case, he had not only failed to keep Wendy out of prison. The investigators had also confirmed that he had taken a substantial bribe fro

Chapter 7

Wendy was convicted on falsification of evidence, defamation, fraud, and inducing perjury, charges combined. She was sentenced to twelve years.The day they brought her out of the courtroom, a taxi stopped at the curb.The door opened. A woman in her fifties got out.Grandma.I came up out of the bench so fast I forgot I had no body.She had lost weight. Her hair had gone the color of paper. Her eyes were swollen and red. She held an envelope in her hand."Wendy..." She called her by name.Wendy turned. The instant she saw who it was, her pupils tightened.Grandma walked over. Her hands shook as she opened the envelope and pulled out a photograph.The photograph was of a girl with a high ponytail and a wide, easy smile.Eighteen-year-old me."This was May." Grandma's voice was small. "She didn't have her parents. I raised her. After she married into your family, she sent me money every month. She never let me know she was struggling."Tears were running down Grandma's face.

Chapter 8

Three months later.Spring came.In front of my grave, on top of the funeral flowers a thousand strangers had brought after the livestream went around, there was something new.A small bunch of wildflowers. They had been tied off with a piece of grass. There was still dew on the petals.The drunk was standing in front of the stone. He was wearing an old shirt that had been washed soft.His hair was longer than it had been three months ago. The dirt was off his face.I was beside him. The sun came through me and landed on the wildflowers.He looked at the photograph on the stone for a long time."I never knew you." His voice was rough. "They tell me your name was May Fairfax.""You used to sit out on the rooftop at night. You used to talk to the moon. You said you wanted to go home. You said you wanted to see your grandmother. You said you wanted to see Tristan."I never answered you. I thought a man like me had no right to talk to a rich woman."His eyes went red."You neve

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