When the video ended, Misty’s makeup was ruined by tears and her breathing was ragged with fear.
“The prosecutor’s office has been notified,” Brenda stated calmly, “and there is also an investigation into your real identity, Monica.”
Two police officers appeared at the door and called out for Monica Wilkes.
“No! Simon, do something!” Misty cried out, but Simon just sat there in silence.
He looked like a man watching his entire life collapse around him in real-time. Before they led her away, Misty gave me one last look filled with pure hatred.
“You are going to be left all alone with this empty house.”
“I was alone when you betrayed me,” I replied, “but today I am finally free.”
They were led out in handcuffs while the cameras captured every second of their public shame. Once the room was quiet, Brenda handed me the real final document that left everything to me and my brother.
That night, I went to the greenhouse where my father used to hide when the world felt too heavy. I found one last letter tucked away among the pots of jasmine and orchids.