He then took out his phone and pulled my number out of his blacklist. His voice dripped with ice as he spoke, "Now you’re threatening me with a fake fetus? That only makes you a monster in my eyes.
“You better stop being a crazy liar! Even if you’re dead, you won't get my attention."
But I was already dead...
…and I never lied.
That broken corpse ... was me.
Part 3
My husband joined the detectives from the criminal investigation team in a huddle. The whiteboard displayed pictures of my body, along with notes about what they found. Important details were circled.
"The DNA test results are in," one officer announced. "It doesn’t match any criminal’s identity. This woman clearly doesn't have a criminal record."
"We also checked missing persons reports, but no pregnant women are matching her age and description."
An officer furrowed his brow, finding it odd. "The victim has been missing for a couple of days. Why wouldn't anyone report a pregnant woman missing?”
"Didn't she have any family?"
My husband clicked his pen, circling the word ‘child’ on the whiteboard.