Shock.
Then rage.
“You knew,” she said.
Sophie stood beside me.
Margaret’s expression twisted.
“That little brat heard me,” she snapped.
Something inside me hardened.
“Sophie saved my life,” I said calmly.
Margaret screamed as they took her away.
Not in fear.
In anger.
Because she had been stopped.
The trial was quick.
The evidence was overwhelming—recordings, poisoned pills, financial records.
She was sentenced to life in prison.
My doctor received decades behind bars.
But the real aftermath wasn’t the courtroom.
It was the silence.
The empty space beside me at night.
The realization that the person I trusted most had been planning my death.
Sophie struggled too.
She had nightmares.
She questioned herself.
“What if I hadn’t told you?” she asked once.
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