He Blocked My Number the Night I Died Chapter 10

Thirty million views by noon.

Fifty million by midnight.

I didn’t read most of it. Jude read it for me and only told me the good parts, which, it turned out, was nearly all of it.

I have never sobbed at a TikTok like this in my LIFE

The way the mom said “you’d do this” like she was rehearsed

SHE WAS RECORDED. The sister PREDICTED a fake emergency because she KNEW there’d be a real one

Wait. Wait. How did Sienna know there’d be an emergency at 4:58 if the fire didn’t reach the house till

6:14???

That last comment got two hundred thousand likes.

The internet had found the thread. And it was pulling.

By the next afternoon, a former art school classmate of Sienna’s posted a video: Sienna cried about panic attacks every time her sister had a big moment. Graduation. Wedding. Pregnancy announcement. I thought it was weird. Now I think it’s terrifying.

Then a stylist who’d worked my wedding: Sienna asked me to “accidentally” lose the bride’s veil. I said no. She cried to the groom twenty minutes later.

Then, worst of all for my family-a recording from my parents’ Christmas party, three years ago. Somebody’s phone, catching background audio. Sienna, laughing, a little drunk:

“Mom would donate Nora’s kidney to me if I asked nicely.”

My mother’s laugh in response.

The custody hearing was postponed. The judge, according to Ingrid, had “seen the news” and wanted a full psychological evaluation-not of me. Of the petitioners.

The fire marshal held a press conference on Wednesday,

“We can now confirm the blaze at the Vance property was intentionally set prior to the wildfire’s arrival,” he said. “An accelerant was used. This is now a criminal investigation Into attempted homicide.”

Attempted homicide.

The words hit the internet like a bomb.

Ingrid walked into my hospital room that afternoon and dropped a thick envelope on the tray table.

“Arson investigators want the security footage,” she said. “Now it’s legal. Now it’s evidence You go first, remember?”

I signed the release.

The police had it within the hour.

That evening, Caleb came to the hospital.

He stood outside the NICU glass for a long time before he noticed me. He’d lost weight. His suit hung off him. When he saw me, he didn’t come closer. He just pressed one hand flat to the window and looked at Hope through it

“She has your nose,” he said.

“She has her own nose.”

He nodded, swallowing. “The police called me in today They showed me a video ”

I said nothing

“Sienna with the gas can” His voice broke completely Ad 409 Nora, I was at her place by 5.30. I sat on her couch for nine hours i held her hand. She was teating the whole time. Smiling at her phone. I thought she was talking to her therapist

refund to me. His eyes were wet

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Whatever it takes.”

“Good,” I said.

“Can I-”

“No.”

He nodded, like he expected that. Then he pressed his palm to the glass one more time, and left.

At 11:40 that night, my phone lit up.

Unknown number.

One text.

You think you’ve won. But I know where the NICU is, big sister.