shut, a sound I knew too w
ll that was left of my old life, traded my p
hen, the man who saw something in my prison-yar
already moved
stolen everything: my fiancée Olivia,
mily-they didn' t just embrace him, they erased me, the
y own sweater, feigned a heart attack to steal their s
as I realized I was nothing more than a gho
fugitive framed for arson by the very
burn, and then branded me a violen
ted, I was staring into an abyss of
troyed past, a cold certainty ignited:
t to orchestrate a crescendo of truth-a final, devastating perfor