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Chapter 7 - Ten Seconds to Justice

The weight of the pillow was suffocating. Margaret’s hands pressed down with all her gathered strength, pinning my head against the mattress while her voice hissed venomously into my ear.

"You should have died on the pavement, you ungrateful little parasite!" Margaret whispered, her weight leaning entirely into the pillow as she crushed the remaining air from my lungs. "Ethan deserves another chance at a proper marriage—just like he had after Emily. You are nothing. You are a temporary inconvenience that I am about to fix permanently!"

My chest burned. Black spots danced across my vision. One... two... three... four... I counted silently in my head, feeling the sharp edge of the fiberglass brace biting into my wrist. Five... six... seven... eight... nine...

Margaret pressed harder, her breathing ragged with adrenaline and malice. "Die, Clara. Just let go."

Ten.

With a sudden, violent surge of adrenaline, I slammed my right thumb down hard against the hidden emergency switch beneath the brace.

Click.

Instantly, the heavy oak door flew off its hinges with a thunderous crash that rattled the windowpanes.

"Police! Freeze! Hands where we can see them!" Detective Mason’s voice boomed through the room like rolling thunder.

Margaret shrieked, spinning around in sheer panic as uniformed officers swarmed the bedside. She dropped the pillow, her polished composure shattering into a million jagged pieces as two heavy-duty zip-ties were locked securely around her wrists.

"I was just adjusting her pillow! She was having a panic attack!" Margaret screamed, thrashing against the officers as they dragged her away from the bed. "This is a conspiracy! You have no proof!"

Detective Mason stepped forward, holding up a small digital audio receiver with a flashing green LED light. He pressed play.

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Margaret’s crystal-clear voice filled the room, broadcasting every damning confession, every threat, and the explicit admission of pushing both Emily and me from the balcony.

The color drained entirely from Margaret’s face as the recording echoed off the hospital walls. For the first time in her life, the untouchable matriarch of the Morgan estate stood completely exposed, her reign of terror brought to a sudden, permanent halt.

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