My Mother’s Perfect AI Lied And Left Me For Dead Chapter 20
I stood in front of the computer, chilled to the bone.
My husband came over from the kitchen. Seeing me frozen, he first turned off the beeping oven timer.
“What’s wrong?”
I wanted to say I was fine.
The words died on my lips.
“I don’t know.” I pointed at the screen. “Seeing this name… it terrifies me.”
He didn’t tell me it was just a news article or reach over to close the page.
Instead, he pulled out the chair behind me.
“Then sit down. If you want to read it, I’ll read it with you. If you don’t, we can leave right now.”
I sat there for a long time before I finally put my hand on the mouse.
The report was from years ago. It quoted the long post Westley Maddox had published and included the public judgment, digital forensics report, and hearing records.
The first paragraph said that ten-year-old Morgan had clutched her chest at an adventure park and said it hurt.
I hadn’t even scrolled down, but I already knew what came next.
Her mother said she was lying and forced her to jump.
When the words appeared on the screen, my stomach clenched.
I kept reading.
The miswired monitoring module, the simulated baseline values, the overridden temperature alarm, the eyes glowing green in the night—each detail leaped off the page.
I was reading it for the first time, yet I knew exactly how dark the trunk of that SUV had been. I knew what it felt like when the rough flooring scraped my calves.
When I reached the part about the medical examiner finding that Morgan had long-term anemia and heart damage, I pressed a hand to my chest.
My husband immediately dropped into a crouch in front of me.
“Does your chest hurt? I’m calling 911.”
He already had his phone in his hand.