The video played again. And then again.
The loop was seamless, a horrific fifteen-minute cycle of rain, a black sedan, an exchange in the dark, and then the blinding, silent burst of fire.
"It’s a deepfake," I told myself, my fingernails digging so deeply into my palms that I felt the skin break. It has to be. Technology is terrifying these days. Someone is playing with me. Someone wants us to fall out.
That was the logical explanation. That was the explanation that kept me tethered to sanity. Our marriage was, after all, a transaction. While we shared a bed and did everything married couples did, we were still strangers after all.
There was no way he would...
"Shouldn't you be relieved she's dead?"
Adrian’s voice echoed in my head again.
Why did my chest feel like it was being crus
