“Daniel, don’t. This is my fight. Just take me away.”
“Alright.”
“Help me remove my social security record,” I said quietly.
“Got it.”
Daniel staged my fake death. He threw down my clothes, spilled pig’s blood, scattered some hair, and staged a fall from the window. He even set up ropes and gear to smuggle me out unseen.
No guards noticed, and no cameras caught us.
As he carried me away, I leaned against him. “Daniel, when did you learn to move like this?”
He laughed. “Since I met you.”
When we reached the research institute, Jessica and my professor were waiting.
Seeing me with no legs, my professor wept. “You poor child. At least you made it back alive.”
Jessica was also in tears. “You stupid girl! Serves you right for marrying a pretty face. My brother’s always been better, but you wouldn’t have him.” Her words were harsh, but I could hear her heart aching for me.
Daniel rubbed his nose awkwardly, saying nothing.
Ten days later, Ethan saw a video online of a woman jumping from a building. He thought she looked familiar and called Lily over.
“Doesn’t that look like your mom?”
“A little,” Lily admitted.
Ethan summoned Rachel Green, his secretary.
“What’s going on? Is that my wife?”
Rachel glanced at the screen. “It looks like her. The hospital seemed to have informed us about your wife. I’ll go check.”
“Go.”
She returned hours later with a death certificate.
