Her Fake Aphasia, My Permanent Silence

The person who turned me into a mute was now sitting in a rehabilitation center, pretending to have aphasia.

Alexander handed me a tablet. On the screen was our shared case file.

He said, "She'll pay for everything she did to you. Every last bit of it."

I believed him.

Until the middle of the night, when the steady beeping of the monitors woke me up.

His side of the room was empty.

The tablet was still on the bedside table. On the screen was Allison's latest medical report.