The Unshakeable Queen Returns
ear-old son was dead. He showed me the dashcam footage of Leo dyin
l blast, recreating our son's final moments. He demanded the password to my phone to delet
to my elderly father's nursing home roo
with the casket and played pop music. He helped her show a manipulated
er. The next day, I learned the truth. My father, after being blac
caused another. He thought he had won, that he had
rist. It recorded everything-not just his death, but every
pte
d down smoothly, a gen
mind already shifting from the successful m
eo, his face smeared with chocolate ice cream, grinning a toothy, in
rminal. He wasn't smiling. His face was a pale, tight mask. A cold
is it? Whe
-on and led her to the car. The silence i
e scaring me. Tell
his eyes hollow. "There
Leo okay? Is he
d, his voice flat, devoid
he air. Gone? Leo couldn't be gone. She had just bought him a ne
d. "That's not fun
ernoon. It was the dashcam from their car. The sun glared through the windshield. The camera was aimed at the back s
dall," Leo's s
ny' s new intern, leaned in. She was young, pretty,
ll said. "Just running into the s
n the dashboard crept up. 105. 110. 115 degrees. Leo started to cry, his pleas for his mommy soft at first, then growing fr
e agony. She lunged for the phone, wanting
finally streaming down her face. "She lo
d, his voice firm. He even reached over and squeezed her
e was Leo' s father. Of course he would want justice. She nodded, clu
d a numb fog of pain. Then she realized they weren't heading toward
ere are w
serted access road. With a soft beep, the car doors lo
ed the heat o
tly choking her. It was the same heat from
re you doing?
hone, Aliyah. An
him, confused.
a cloud server," he said, his voice calm, rational
dict, that' s evidence! That' s the only thing
' s a twenty-year-old girl who made a mistake. A terrible mistake, y
cracking. "What about Leo' s future? He
head, and her lungs burned with every breath. She felt diz
ated, his voice low and menacing. "Don'
fiance surging through
l. "You think you're strong,
fying speed. Aliyah felt a wave of nausea. The heat was making the edges of
ther'
she gasped, her heart po
said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "A
d took out his own phone. He made
a camera pointed at the door to her father' s room. Two large, brutal
ng cold despite the suffocating heat.
ed switched to an angle inside the room. Her father, Jerry, fra
nomous whisper against the sound of her father' s panicked cry from th
oked from the monstrous man who was her husband to the image
out, her voice barely a whisp