I couldn't eat anything. The very sight of the breakfast spread on the table made my stomach turn. I felt disgusted—not just by the documentary, but by the way the world was tearing my family apart online. People were spreading different unfounded rumors about me, each one more ridiculous and cruel than the last. They called me a strategist, a hunter, a parasite.
Who could do this? Who hated me the most to do this? My mind kept spinning in circles, but there were too many enemies to count.
"Mommy, aren't you hungry?"
Finn’s voice broke through my dark thoughts. I looked down at him. He was staring at me with that soft, innocent, childlike gaze that always made my heart ache. How do I explain to him that people were lying about his mother? How do I tell a toddler that there are bad peopl
