Around us, the crowd boiled with righteous fury. People pointed fingers at me and cursed loudly.
"This woman is worse than an animal. She murdered her own child!"
"I almost believed she was heartbroken earlier… crying like a devoted mother. Who would’ve thought she was the one who killed the child all along!"
"She’s disgusting. A woman like this doesn’t deserve to be a mother. She doesn’t even deserve to live in this world at all!"
As they said that, their anger quickly turned physical. Garbage was thrown at me and spit landed on my clothes.
Some took out their phones, recording videos and live-streaming the scene, publicly condemning me.
The live stream’s viewership exploded.
Comments flooded in, mourning my daughter, cursing me, calling me evil and praying for me to die a painful death.
As the chaos escalated, the police finally stepped in to restore order.
One of the officers gave me a hard look, his voice sharp and serious. "This case has stirred serious public outrage. The nature of this incident is extremely severe."
"We have clear, undeniable evidence. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"