After my stepfather injured my twin sister and me, he brought us to the hospital. My mother calmly told the doctor, “They just fell down the stairs.” My stepfather smiled, thinking he had won. But as the nurse checked my vitals, I slipped a handwritten note into her pocket, and…

adjusting the collar of my blazer. “Now, you help us finish burying him.”

Inside the courtroom, the air was suffocatingly tense. Arthur’s lead defense attorney, a bulldog of a man named Vance (no relation, ironically), immediately attempted to character-assassinate me during his cross-examination.

“Miss Finch,” the lawyer boomed, pacing in front of continue reading …