Amelia’s POV
The fake reviews started on a Monday morning.
I opened my laptop at the kitchen island while the triplets ate cereal and Chase did his morning stretches on the living-room rug—slow leg lifts, grimace every time the brace caught. My email was already flooded with alerts from the firm’s review platform. One-star after one-star after one-star.
“Unprofessional. Designs feel cheap and dated.”
“Poor communication. Project delayed for months.”
“Overhyped. Avoid at all costs—scam vibes.”
“Clark is riding the Hudson name. No real talent.”
Dozens of them. All posted within a three-hour window overnight. All from accounts created that same night. All five stars turned to one with vicious, rehearsed-sounding comments.
My stomach dropped.
The triplets were laughing about something Ja
