"Everyone, you seeing this? This is that ungrateful wretch, Grace Dickerson."
"Her mom's in the hospital waiting for money to save her life, and she's out here on vacation. Shameless."
"She scammed her brother out of his money and his company, and she doesn't care if her own mother lives or dies. How does trash like this even exist?"
The insults around me grew louder.
"Look at her—acting all innocent. Disgusting."
"Give the company back to your brother!"
"Bitch, give it back!"
The crowd pressed closer. When someone looked ready to grab me, I called the police.
Only after the cops arrived did I piece together what had happened.
The Dickersons had exposed me online, and they were still livestreaming.
My so-called parents had testified personally, claiming I'd schemed my way into stealing my brother's company and now refused to help them.
The old lady wore heavy makeup and lay in bed looking frail, telling the world she had cancer.
She needed money to survive, she said. Not only had I taken my brother's company—I wouldn't pay a single cent.
The cop showed me the livestream. Mom and Dad were crying, voices breaking.