CHAPTER 32
The sun rose quietly the next morning, as if nothing had changed. As if the air wasn’t buzzing with secrets. As if I wasn’t sitting on the floor of my bedroom with Glory’s voice still echoing from the laptop speakers.
“I just wanted my daughter back.”
I stared at the paused video.
Her voice had broken on that line.
Not from guilt. From grief.
And maybe that should have mattered.
But it didn’t.
Not enough.
I had always known something was broken between us—but I used to think it was ordinary. The kind of space that grows between mothers and daughters when words go unsaid too long. But this—this was deeper. There was blood in that silence. Dirt. A shallow grave.
I had the proof now.
I was dead.
Had been dead.
And she brought me back like a science project.
A glitchin
