She Told Me My Husband Was Dead And Demanded My Baby—Seconds Later, Everything Fell Apart

herself as the victim.

Ryan turned his attention to me.

“Emily,” he said gently, “are you hurt?”

I shook my head, though my throat burned. “Not yet.”

Something shifted in his expression.

Only for a moment.

Then the officer returned.

He stepped slowly toward the table, picked up the fake death certificate, and examined it. His jaw tightened.

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