“You’ve always been in the way,” my sister whispered, shoving me out of the chopper while my husband watched, silent and complicit for the $5M payout. Everyone thought I was dead. But when I pushed open the church doors during my funeral service, my husband went pale. I locked eyes with him and said…

predator.

Sitting on the witness stand, recounting the blinding terror of the fall, the taste of pine needles, and the cold calculation in my sister’s eyes, I felt entirely detached from them. Staring at them in their standard-issue orange jumpsuits, stripped of their designer armor, I realized they were astonishingly small people.

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