"That’s right!" Willie added, his tone laced with urgency. "She just doesn’t want to marry Devin! That’s why she’s making up these ridiculous accusations!"
The villagers hesitated, doubt creeping into their expressions.
"If you didn’t want to get married, why not say so earlier?" someone muttered.
"You’re really going to slander Willie’s family like this?" another accused.
I gritted my teeth. I had expected this. The villagers were used to turning a blind eye, to choosing the simplest explanation. And I couldn’t argue—not yet. Everything had to unfold exactly as it had in my past life.
Only then would my sister remain unsuspecting. Only then would she exchange bodies with me.
And just as I had predicted, the sharp wail of sirens cut through the tense air.
My heart pounded. My parents had arrived—with the police.
At that moment, I turned my knife toward Erick and Daryl, who had just stumbled out of the backyard, their faces pale and contorted in pain.
"They’re hiding trafficked women in their homes!" I shouted. "If you don’t believe me, go check!"
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
A hushed murmur spread like wildfire.