Framed by My Best Friend

my phone. My apartment living room was the backdrop, mundane a

to climb. Comments scro

t's of someone who looks like me, holding a rep

isible. "This is where I was when that video was likely made. Dealing with a very stupid mistake I made the night bef

as clear,

day morning. I was in police custody or dealing with the immediate afterma

invited me to a 'private viewing' of the exhibit. An invitation I declined because

, who is known for her impersonation skills. I believe Kat

overed chat logs and a Venmo transaction between Kate Evans and a special effects makeup artist, discussing techn

avid, clearly discussed my hair color, my prominent cheekbones, even a small mole I have

efenders started to appear. Questions

spreading misinformation," I finished. "The police

ve stream, my

the apartment

me into a hug. "Yo

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oice, no longer sweet, but laced with venom.

ne wen

king," David

shed over me. Kate was unhi

ld apartment building sounded like an intruder. Da

aping sound came from the

ntly awake. We

ed, "Sta

my heart i

study. I heard a mu

with anger. "Well, well.

shed

ts – a cheap, obviously fake replica of the General's seal, identical to the one in Zoe's video – shattered on the wooden floor. M

u, Emily!" Kate stammered, scram

ked, my voice dangerously soft.

e, his voice calm and professional, detailing

owed on the nanny cam I'd asked David to ins

a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred. "You bitch

ng his call, "you're the one who'

unced the arrival of the police.