d as her 20-year-old son, Michael, stood by her hospital bed, relayi
ached for the life support plug, while Daniel and his mist
oom, not with grief, but with a flicker of relief, before he called Sophia
and son had conspired to murder her, turning her entire life into a hollow lie, and
artment, 25 years younger, her mother' s cheerful voice on the phon