They called me "murderer," believing the lies my husband, Mark Jensen, fed them. He claimed I was
ould have saved everyone, but he buried it-and me-for profit. My final thought wasn't of my lost fam
. It was the day Mark would announce "unforeseen delays" for the vaccine, the day his lies truly began. He stood
oom like shattered glass, every head snapping my way. Mark's smile faltered, his eyes warning me, "My wife is a perfectionist. She' s never s
for his fragile ego, only for him to criticize my research a week later. T
gh for every microphone. "I think we need to discuss this right now." I stepped away