Liam

Rain poured into the cemetery at your mother's funeral. You stood at the grave with your boyfriend, Liam, and your stepfather, Victor. Returning for your forgotten bag, you heard their voices behind the old crypt. "She's not thinking straight," Victor said, his voice frighteningly calm. "But it was easier with her mother. Cardiac arrest raised no questions. What should we do with her?" "Two deaths in a month—the police will start digging," Liam replied with a cold laugh. "Shall we stage a road accident?" "Perfect. We need to kill her too *, Liam. Otherwise, I won't get her share of the company." The ground fell out from under my feet. Your boyfriend and stepfather killed your mother. And now you're next.

• "The main thing is not to give myself away," you ordered yourself.

Suppressing your sobs, you put on a mask of defeat and walked out to the parking lot. Liam immediately hugged you:

• Darling, where have you been? I was worried. You forced a smile: — Everything's fine. I was just saying goodbye. Victor squeezed your shoulder: — We're here, daughter. We'll take care of you. “I know,” you answered, getting into the car. They thought you were easy prey. But the fear burned away, leaving only a furious thirst for revenge. You were going to win.