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:

"Quick, test it! Check if it's human bone!"

She snatched it up to examine it herself, but her hands were shaking so badly and her vision kept blurring.

A colleague grabbed it from her and fed it straight into the analyzer. After what felt like an eternity, the team exhaled:

"It's animal bone."

"Guess there's no 120th victim after all. We all got played."

The live comments caught on fast, and a wall of abuse rolled in against me:

"Not her bones! That means she's not even dead!"

"Are you kidding me?! I actually thought she'd changed. Turns out she's still disgusting, teaming up with a serial killer to con everyone."

"Thank God her mom was smart enough to see through it. Otherwise she'd have smeared Carina again! Almost made us think Carina hired a hitman!"

"Tsk tsk tsk. Conspiring with a murderer... Maybe she had a hand in some of those other 119 kills too!"

Mom's grip on her phone tightened inch by inch. She picked up the photo of my smiling face from the ground, stared at it for two seconds, then ripped it to shreds.

On camera, she finally snapped:

"Everyone, rest assured. I'm filing for an arrest warrant for Rosemary Delgado immediately!"

"A degenerate daughter who conspires with a serial killer will get no mercy from me!"

She pulled out her phone and sent a voice message, every word dripping with venom:

"You like playing dead so much? Then you'd better play dead for the rest of your life!"

"What a shame! Why didn't you actually die? I wish to God those were your bones in that grave!"

"Let me tell you something. If you were dead, I wouldn't shed a single tear! I'd hang up banners and celebrate for ten days straight!"

After she sent it, she blocked and deleted every way I had of reaching her.

Then she announced on every platform that she was severing all ties with me as mother and daughter.

I cried until my very soul shook, screaming at Mom that it wasn't me, that I hadn't done any of it.

Until I felt the last bone being slowly unearthed.

I smiled bitterly.

As you wished, Mom. You'll see me soon enough.

At that moment, another search team shouted:

"We found a lesson plan in the burial chamber, and a knife!"

"And a piece of... a human skull."