After My Husband and Daughter Were Burned to DeathChapter 1

Emerging from a three-year slumber, a deep vegetative state that had held me captive, I awoke to the familiar faces of my husband, Mitchell Leaver, and my daughter, Poppy Leaver.

The joy of our reunion, however, was fleeting. Our home, consumed by a sudden inferno, claimed the lives of my beloved family members in a fiery embrace.

The investigation that followed painted me as the architect of this tragic arson. Even my own sister, Alice Tenpenny, accused me of orchestrating the deaths of my husband and daughter for my lover.

For a fleeting moment, I felt as if I were drowning in the venomous whispers that swirled around me. My parents, caught in the crossfire of this public outcry, became entangled in the tragedy. An enraged mob, whose minds were poisoned by the venom spewed across the internet, drove to kill my parents.

Denied the opportunity to clear my name, I was sentenced to death. My final moments were filled with bewilderment as I kept wondering why my family had been subjected to such calamity.