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I had no choice but to play along and betray you so he would trust me more. "But you can't blame me for all of it. You were too careless. You didn't even notice the cameras in the office." As I listened to Emma, I opened the envelope. Inside were all kinds of financial records from Paul's company, along with evidence that he had been hiding assets. There was even evidence of his illegal deals with clients. With this evidence, I could help Rose escape her nightmare and put Paul away. "I was wrong about you. I'm sorry, Emma." Emma shook her head. "I don't want your apology. I just want to be with you. Kyle... will you think I'm dirty?"

Another offers a sympathetic pat on my arm. “Thankfully, she’s getting the help she needs,” I say. This is the single lie I allow. Who knows if Camilla would accept or even understand that someone is trying to help? Because I framed it as an absurd inconvenience, not a trauma, the concern fizzles out quickly. There are a few sympathetic murmurs and then people begin to share stories of their own crazy relatives. People can’t help talking about themselves, and I use this to my advantage. It’s less easy when I see Professor Hale waiting for me after literature class, his expression tense and concerned.

"I can't believe she got pregnant by one of those guys. If anybody, it should've been Humbert's." "Either way, that's gut wrenching. Did you know that it's based on a true story? She was actually twelve in real life?" I say, nodding my head. "They sex trafficked a twelve year old? And an old guy basically molesting her with her consent, it sounds weird, but you get me. And I thought I was the sickest person out there." he says, shaking his head. "Yeah, I know. The world is insane." I say, rubbing his head.

He sat up and leaned forward. I pulled out my notebook of businesses we helped. They didn’t report Ford as a payment for the assistance we gave. It was an idea I had to try and give him something like a normal life. His real identity had been revealed a couple years into our mission, destroying any chance at a normal life. Every little bit helped. “You want guys to hit on your girlfriend?” Moran said, baffled. “Are you playing a pick-up game?” Val giggled.

In an instant, flesh tore open, and blood began pouring down his arm. Before I could even process what he was doing, he bolted out the front door while screaming, "Help! She's trying to kill me!" His desperate cries immediately brought the neighbors crowding into the hallway, throwing bewildered glances our way. A well-meaning neighbor called out, "Robert, what happened?" Robert instantly squeezed out a couple of tears, spinning a wild web of lies on the spot. "It's my ex-wife! She has mental issues. She's always paranoid, constantly accusing me of cheating on her with other women.

I told him, "but it needn't be a total loss. However, you could help us?" "How could I possibly help you," Hector Nelson sputtered. "You might have information that we would find valuable? Perhaps you would be willing to share?" "What do you mean?" Nelson asked. "The case we have been talking about," I replied "You said you hadn't gone to any effort on this case, sir. Are you saying you're interested in resolving it?"

I said sharply, “Sir, I know you might have heard the same fake narrative that has been circulating in the hospital. Let me clear it out for once and all.” I said, my teeth gritting, “I didn't take help from Tania or her so-called boyfriend. I don't even know him well. All I know is that he is a billionaire who might have helped her get into this hospital but he surely didn't help me to get where I am today.”