Her words, laced with venom, were the last things I heard before the darkness of the sea enveloped me. My death was a brutal end to a life of suffering. After my demise, Caroline, my beloved daughter, was imprisoned in the basement of the villa. She was deprived of sunlight and human contact, her mental state unraveling in the oppressive isolation.
Jennifer’s daughter, Joana, soon required a kidney transplant. Without a second thought, Chris signed the consent forms, sealing Caroline’s fate. Caroline’s death from a severe infection was met with even greater cruelty; her body was discarded in the wilderness, left to be consumed by wild animals.
The thought of these atrocities filled me with a fierce, uncontainable rage. As I clenched my fists in a futile attempt to contain my fury, the shrill ring of the phone pierced through the haze of my memories.