Travis’s voice echoed from the house, frantic and desperate as he called for help.
I climbed into my car, slamming the door shut. My hands tremble. The taste of ash lingered on my tongue, bitter and unforgiving.
I just picked up my phone and dialed a number , one I thought I would never have to use.
It rang once.
“Lear Corporation.” A man’s voice, smooth and emotionless.
I stared at the mansion in my rearview mirror, watching Travis kneel beside Madison like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
I pressed my lips together, voice steady as stone.
“I want to disappear,” I said.
A beat of silence.
“Understood,” the man replied. “When can you come in?”
I wiped my face, smudging the streaks of soot and dried tears, and turned the key in the ignition.
“Tonight.”
The body washed up at dawn.
The police found her car abandoned by the cliffs. The engine still warm.
Inside, a letter rested on the passenger seat, the ink slightly smudged from damp air.
I know you never loved me.
You killed my mother and married me out of guilt.
I hope Madison was worth it.
-Zoe
The internet exploded within hours.
#JusticeForZoe trended globally.