Autumn sat at the kitchen table with her phone in her trembling hands.
The photos stared back at her from the small screen, each one more horrifying than the last. The basement room with its low ceiling and concrete walls. The fake journals written in her handwriting, page after page of despair that she'd never written. Claire's face in those photographs, staring at the camera with an expression that made her chest tighten so hard she could barely breathe. The other women. All of them. Their faces. Their names written on the back of their photos. The forged suicide note with her name printed at the top, dated for next week. The therapy files filled with false records, the fake sessions that had supposedly documented her mental breakdown. The photograph of Elise, Gabriel's sister, with he
