Their Perfect Lie, My Unseen Truth

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marsh. Erasmo, his face grim, stood at the head of the table. Deborah, still in her scrubs, sat besi

d multiple stab wounds. The mutilation was extensive, making facial recognition impossible without advanced forensic techniques.

ID possible through dental re

ve. But it's a slow process g

nterjected, her voice sharp. "

truggle or significant blood spatter at the marsh. The body was tr

w. Sweep the entire marshland again. Every inch. I want divers in there, dragging the bottom. And expand our search radius for any potenti

yesterday. Blood work, toxicology, DNA. Everything. We nee

I'll be in the lab. I'll personally oversee the process." She wa

ips. Now that I'm a case, a puzzle for your brilliant minds, I'm

ad been furious, not at the act itself, but at the potential stain on the family's reputation. "Hope, darling," she'd sa

ulders shaking. "I'm so sorry, Mother. I ju

lash in her tear-filled eyes, before resuming her performance. I knew she just wanted

ter that night, "she wouldn't care. She'd probably brag

lifeless form. She ran a gloved hand over my back, almost tracing the outline of

acteristically soft. "This scar... looks old. A

Hope. It had been a whirlwind of doctor's appointments, tests, and then the surgery. Deborah, as Chief ME, had overseen every step, ensuring the best possible

after giving a part of myself. Deborah had hated my tattoos, my piercings, my wild hair. She hated anything that wasn

ilently. Look deeper. I

rning. "Doesn't look like anything significant to the c

de, nervous eyes, rushed into the room. "Dr. Bishop! Det

ad snapped up

. Waterproof. It looks

strode over, his face etched with a fresh w

is gloved fingers trembling slightly as he twisted it open. The

to vibrate, a shrill, insistent b