rit tethered to my daughter, Emma,
dical treatment, but he coldly refused, telling her, "Then let her di
ears old, because her father woul
ed Emma' s death to manipulate him. He pulled back the sheet co
pster, scattering raw meat around it, taunting, "Let's see how long this prop lasts wh
, but I was a ghost, a silent, screaming witness t
ily pregnant, and the horrifying truth clicked: he had a ne
pte
rit has been lingering, unable to l
e told him our daughter, Emma Morris, was seriously
on. I watched through the phone line as
ll Annis to stop pl
t a game. Emma is ver
ound I used to love, b
be a convenience. She can go
ne wen
She died because her father, the man who once promis
dn't touch her. I couldn't hold her. I could o
d annoyed, impatient. He was carrying a bag of expen
director's office
e is Annis? Tell he
yes, looked at him with a mixture of gr
missively. "That's part of the act. Now, where
had staged our daughter' s death to
ace went pale. "Y
he demanded, h
ld room where they kept Emma's body. She was lyingtleness. He stared down at Emma's still, pa
did Annis get it? Tell her she' s getting better
creaming witness. That' s ou
the last piece of my spectral heart.
" the director gaspe
ard shoved
cruel satisfaction. He walked to the back of
on, he tossed her body insi
raw meat from his pocket. He scattered it around the dumpster.
e person he believed w
a, trying to push him away, but my hands passe
dumpster. I heard the sounds of tearing, of snarling. I couldn
ou and your brat deserve. To be torn apart and forgotten. You're
frozen, her hand over her mou
stody, she shouldn't play dead. My mother's memorial is next week. If
proud of his
ught came to me. I was relieved. I was relieved that Emma was truly gone
ve car, surrounded by his
ssel of pure, cold
wn. A woman came out to greet him. She was heavil
od sweetheart. The woman who had