I drifted behind Mom and watched her scroll through three years' worth of text messages. There were too many to count.

"Where the hell did you go? If you're not coming back, then don't ever come back!"

"You pushed your sister in front of a truck, and the second I called you out, you ran off! You're absolutely impossible!"

"I must have the worst luck in the world to have a daughter like you! You might as well just drop dead!"

But every now and then, scattered between them in the small hours of the morning, there'd be two quiet lines:

"…I dreamed you died. Woke up in a cold sweat."

"You really won't come home? Not even once?"

I cried so hard I couldn't stop. Mom, do you know? I can't come back anymore.

Do you know that the night you helped my sister prep those ingredients…

The knife you brought down on that black bag wasn't cutting through ostrich meat.

You helped her do it with your own hands. I'm in the mountains, in the water, in the stom…

I can never come back!

Just as Mom was about to hit send, the live comments started flooding in:

"Oh please! What stunt is Drama Queen pulling now? Teaming up with a murderer to smear our Carina and her mom!"

"Don't worry, ma'am! It's all just another one of Drama Queen's acts! Our Carina is a ray of sunshine. She'd never hire someone to kill!"

"That woman has never said an honest word in her life! Did you already forget how she pushed Carina in front of that truck?!"

I didn't!

That time, Carina said she wanted to make peace. She promised she'd stop setting me up.

But as we walked along the road, she grabbed my hand and suddenly lunged toward an oncoming truck.

I held on for dear life and pulled her back. Once she was safe, she looked up at me, eyes brimming with tears:

"Do you really want me dead, sis? Then I don't want to live anymore!"

At that exact moment, twelve close-up cameras captured her tear-streaked face in perfect precision.

Mom thought about it for two seconds, then slowly deleted the four words from the text box.

She typed something new instead:

"Still pulling dirty tricks on Carina! Why didn't you actually go and die!"

Compared to the possibility that Carina had hired a hitman, Mom found it easier to believe I'd paid someone to fake my death and frame her.

I stood right in front of Mom, shaking my head as hard as I could.

Mom, I'm really dead. I really wasn't scheming against her.

Mom, don't you remember? You peeled the flesh from my bones with your own hands. It hurt so much…

Mom, could you hold me just one more time, like you did when I was little…

We were in the same room. But Mom couldn't hear me.

Just like the past decade and more under the same roof, when she could never hear me either.

Mom looked up again. Something harder had settled into her eyes.

"That ungrateful daughter of mine loves her luxuries. She lives in top-tier penthouses with security that would never let the likes of you past the gate."

"Now tell me. This 120th victim. Did you make it up or not?"

Bradley reached into his jacket for something, grinning as he fished it out:

"Loves her luxuries? That's hilarious. Top-tier penthouses? When I found her, she couldn't even afford a meal!"

"I told her to get on her knees and I'd give her a case of instant noodles. She looked up at me with those desperate eyes and just knelt right down, like a little lapdog. One clean shot to the head!"

"That's when I realized she didn't have a single thing of value on her. Nothing at all, except this."

Bradley held up a gold bracelet.

"Even broke as she was, she still wouldn't sell it. Tch."

The moment Mom saw the bracelet, her nails dug into the armrest of her chair. A vein pulsed at her temple.

"Where did you get that!"

It was the birthday gift she'd given me. Or more accurately, it wasn't meant for me at all. It was meant for Carina.

Carina thought the bracelet looked dated, so Mom tossed it to me as an afterthought.

It was the only gift I'd ever received. In all those years, the only one.

When I left, I took nothing with me. Nothing except that bracelet.

Mom froze for a split second, and something flickered in her eyes. Whether it was guilt or regret, I couldn't tell.

Bradley closed his eyes, ignoring her completely, and started whistling in the courtroom.

"I asked you where you got it!"

Bernice was livid. The words tore out of her like a command.

She forced herself to calm down, then almost immediately sent a text to Carina:

"That twenty thousand I told you to transfer to that disgrace every month—did she take the money?"

Carina replied quickly:

"Of course she took it, Mom! You know how greedy she is, there's no way she wouldn't~ I've been checking her social media, she's been traveling all over the place these past few years, living it up!"

Attached were screenshots of the transfers, twenty thousand dollars at a time.

A moment later, she sent another screenshot. This one was from my social media.

In the photo, I was dressed in something revealing, surrounded by tan, shirtless men in the Maldives, my expression hazy and indulgent.

The date was yesterday.

That's not true, Mom!

The photo was fake! It was AI-generated!

I never received a single dollar. For the first three months after she cut me off, I slept on the streets every night.

I survived by leaning against dumpsters and fighting stray dogs for scraps. That was how I stayed alive!

Bernice shut off her phone in disgust and let out a cold laugh:

"She sent you to pull this sympathy stunt, didn't she!"

Bradley looked at her with something close to pity.

News traveled fast online. Within minutes, a trending topic appeared: #RosemaryDelgado — Disgraced Actress Conspiring with a Serial Killer!

Viewers flooded the livestream to attack me:

"Rosemary Delgado is still as stupid as ever! Teaming up with a murderer to frame our precious Carina!"

"Stupid AND evil. Poor Carina, who knows how much she's suffered all these years!"

Bradley glanced at the live comments and burst out laughing:

"Carina Delgado, kind? Ha! You're the stupid ones! Can't tell good from evil! That woman has every last one of you wrapped around her finger!"

"When I killed Rosemary, she was in her dorm at the village where she'd been volunteer teaching. You want to know what she begged me for? She begged me to kill her quietly. So I wouldn't scare the children."

"I've killed so many people. Every single one of them screamed for help. She was the only one who asked me not to frighten the kids."

"Even I felt something. I was going to make it quick for her. But your saint, your precious Carina Delgado, she paid me to make it hurt. Peeled the skin off her while she was still alive." He clicked his tongue. "How's that for cruel?"

Bernice leaned back into the couch and studied him through narrowed eyes:

"Is this another story the two of you cooked up together? She went through all that trouble to find you just so she could frame Carina?"

Bradley leaned forward, his grin wild and unhinged:

"You don't know? You really don't know that the body you cut apart with your own hands that night was your own daughter? Now that's interesting!"

He laughed again, pitying her:

"Tell you what. If you don't believe me, go to the nearest mountain village and see for yourself. She taught there."

"Inside her memorial grave, there's still one last bone that wasn't fed to the dogs. Along with proof that you dismembered her."

"Mrs. Norris, I can't wait to see your reaction."

After Carina spread lies about me everywhere, I had nowhere left to go. I collapsed near a remote village in the mountains.

The village children were kind. They shared their food with me and gave me a room to sleep in.

I survived by volunteer teaching in the village. Life was hard, but it was better than being hunted at every turn by Carina's schemes.

Spring planting, summer growing. I let the seasons mend me, nurtured myself back from withered to alive.

I never got to see autumn or winter there.

Bradley had spoken with such conviction that the detective squad assembled on-site and began their search.

The moment they entered the village, Bernice grabbed a child at random and asked offhandedly:

"Do you know Rosemary Delgado?"

She didn't believe for a second that I, the "monster" who'd supposedly tormented her younger sister, would have the heart to teach in a place like this.

She didn't expect the child's lip to tremble before the tears came flooding out:

"Mama Rosemary... are you here to get justice for Mama Rosemary?"

"I miss Mama Rosemary so much. She was the best, the very best teacher. Please, officer, please catch the bad people."

My eyes stung with tears. This was my student, Beanie Morrison.

Every child here was an underprivileged kid, born to parents who vanished and barely seen their mothers more than a handful of times.

Nobody loved them. Nobody loved me, either.

So I took on all of it. I washed their clothes, trimmed their nails, scrubbed their hair.

I held them in my arms, over and over, and told them I loved them.

Two months later, the dull, vacant eyes of my students had come alive, bright as stars.

I thought Mom would be proud of me. But she just stared at Beanie, her expression unreadable.

The live comments exploded with shock:

"Rosemary Delgado, that drama queen, was actually this good to the kids?"

"I grew up as an underprivileged kid myself. I swear, that child's expression can't be faked! Unless... we really did have her all wrong?"

"No way! The first six months after she left the industry, she kept popping up like a clown begging to get roasted, all for the cash. She was greedy! A greedy person doesn't do this kind of thing!"

The group continued forward. Up ahead, a crowd had gathered, blocking the path.

Men, women, old, young. The moment they saw the officers, they dropped to their knees:

"Please! You have to get justice for Miss Delgado!"

"We heard you came from the city to investigate what happened to her!"

"Miss Delgado was a good person! The school building was falling apart, so she went into the city again and again, letting the media tear her apart just to earn money. The things people said about her online, I'm a grown man and I couldn't stomach them, but she'd read the worst comments out loud to me with a smile on her face. She said she was used to it. Six months later, she'd finally saved enough to rebuild the school."

"We begged her to tell the press the truth, that the money was for a good cause. She flat-out refused. Said nobody would believe her anyway. She was truly a good person!"

Every comment that had cursed my name went silent.

I smiled through my tears.

Mom, I didn't bring you shame after all.

At home, I was the invisible one, always overshadowed.

In the entertainment world, I was the scandal-ridden drama queen.

Here, I finally found my worth.

Mom, are you proud of me now?

But Mom just stood there with her arms crossed, and when she couldn't take it anymore, she let out a cold laugh:

"Quite the performance."

"Carina told me she saw that wretched girl take a bus out here in the middle of the night. How much did she pay you all to put on this show?"

"This acting is a bit much, don't you think? Where's that wretched girl's grave? I'm going to tear it open myself and see if she's really dead!"

The pain in my chest nearly split me in two.

Why, Mom? Why won't you believe me, even now?

How could this be an act? In that cold, dark stretch of woods, you already stripped the flesh from my bones with your own hands...

Mom marched toward the gravesite with the detectives in tow, fury in every step.

I let out a bleak smile.

Go, Mom.

My last letter to this world is buried there.

They stood before my memorial grave.

Mom picked up a hammer herself and brought it down, shattering the headstone in a single blow.

My black-and-white photograph broke apart on the ground. She glanced at it, then stepped on it without a second thought.

Mom, that was my only photograph.

Will you hold it someday and miss me?

There were never any pictures of me in our house.

Carina's photos were stacked in little mountains, every single one tucked carefully into beautiful albums by Mom's own hands.

But mine were all swept into the trash like garbage.

Soon they were digging, shovels biting deep into the earth.

Mom stared at the grave, raw dirt piling up around it, and a sudden, sharp pain seized her chest.

The next second, one of the search team spoke up:

"Found something! There's a small piece of bone here!"

Mom's voice trembled before she could stop it, thin and threaded with fear: