My six-year-old nephew dragged his broken leg across seven blocks of pavement to reach my porch, with his starving three-year-old sister clinging to his shirt. I was fixing a loose hinge when I heard scraping on the steps and turned to see Drew crawling toward me, pale, shaking, and whispering, “She locked us downstairs again.” I called 911 before I even understood the whole story. But when he told me about Reena’s punishment room, I knew my brother had died believing a terrible lie.
“No,” she whispered. “But Gerald has started creating them.”
Part 5
The flash drive changed everything.
Gerald had prepared false invoices suggesting I had diverted funds from Mercer Home Solutions. He had drafted an email, supposedly written by me, admitting that I used company money for personal expenses.
