Watching My Fake Sister Dig Her Own Grave Chapter 07

Watching My Fake Sister Dig Her Own Grave Chapter 07

I removed the gauze.

The empty socket, exposed.

Serena gasped. Her lawyer frowned.

I slowly took out the prosthetic eye and set it on the table.

“It has a camera inside,” I said. “The yacht party, the raft, everything in the warehouse. It’s all there.”

Serena went pale.

“And,” I looked at her, “what happened twelve years ago. The day the barn burned.”

Her lawyer cut in. “This can’t be admissible. Unauthorized recording-

“I recorded my own experiences,” I said. “That’s legal.”

The officer was already on the phone with the tech team.

Ten minutes later, the eye was connected to a laptop. Ten minutes after that, the captain and two more officers walked in.

They hit play.

First segment: the yacht party. Serena whispering threats at the railing. Shoving me over. The look on her face as she jumped in after me.

Her lawyer glanced at her and said nothing.

Second segment: the raft. Scar Face holding up his phone. Serena’s text on the screen, clear as anything-Perfect storm. Take her now. Say she fell overboard. Make it look like an accident. Transfer receipt. $100,000.

Serena started crying. “I was being threatened-*

“Quiet,” the captain said.

Third segment: the warehouse. One of the men talking freely, proud of it: Your sister tracked us down herself. Dark web. Said only we’d know how to handle you. Said she wanted you gone for good.

The pipe. The cigarette. The beating.

From behind the one-way mirror, I heard Mom.

Then the final segment.

Footage from twelve years ago.

Cages, Kids.

Maya pushing me through the window.

The roof coming down.

Her voice, cut off.

When it ended, nobody spoke.

One of the officers turned away. Someone else swore under their breath.

The captain cleared his throat. “Wren. This is more than enough. The trafficking ring, the conspiracy to commit murder-we have everything we need.” He paused. “I give you my word.”

“Death penalty, Dad said. His voice was completely steady. “For the four men. Push for it.”

The captain nodded.

I let out a slow breath.

“Thank you.”

Serena was still crying when they led her out.

“I didn’t mean it! I was just scared! Please-”

The door closed.

The trials moved fast. With the footage, there wasn’t much to argue.

The four men: death penalty.

Serena Vale: fifteen years. Conspiracy to commit murder, accessory to kidnapping.

At sentencing, she sobbed so hard she could barely stand.

‘I was jealous! I didn’t think they’d actually do it! Please!”

The judge looked at her for a moment. “You paid men to kill a girl you called your sister. Not out of fear. Out of jealousy.”

The gavel came down.

I watched them lead her out in cuffs.

Felt nothing.

No satisfaction. No relief.

Just tired.

“It’s over,” Mom whispered, squeezing my hand.

“Yeah,” I said.

Three months later, the executions were carried out.

I didn’t go.

But I stood in the backyard at dawn, looking up at the sky.

“I kept my promise,” I said. “Maya. Eli. Jordan. All of you.”

The wind moved through the trees.

I wanted to believe they heard me.

Inside, Reid was making breakfast. He’d moved back home a few weeks ago-said he wanted to be around more. We didn’t talk about Serena.

Last month, we got word she’d died in prison.

Inmates found out what she was in for. Word gets around.

Mom cried for days. Dad went quiet in a way I hadn’t seen before.

I felt for them. They’d loved her. Raised her. Thirteen years of a life they thought was real.

But I couldn’t feel bad for her.

I just couldn’t.

“Pancakes are ready!” Reid called from inside.

I went in.

That afternoon, we drove out to the memorial garden. Small plaques, trees planted in rows. One for each of the kids who didn’t make it out of the fire.

I found Maya’s tree. A young oak, just starting to fill out.

I left a dandelion at the base.

“Thank you,” I said.

On the drive home, Reid glanced at me from the front seat.

“You doing okay?”

I thought about it for real.

The girl who came home with no legs, one ear, one eye.

The girl who spent three years waiting to keep a promise.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m good.”

And I meant it.

“The End.