My Mother Stomped On My Ashes

Summary

Three years after my murder, my mother came looking for me to take the fall for my adopted brother’s crimes. Again.

She had already mastered the art of the smear campaign. Working in tandem with my wife—who also happened to be my former manager—she had bought the trending hashtags and fueled the rumors that I, a disgraced former Hollywood A-lister, had assaulted yet another fan.

Riding the wave of public outrage, she barged into my apartment, clutching a drafted confession with my name on it.

But when she took in the sight of the dust-coated, dead-silent living room, her face darkened.