Chapter 1

At 10 PM, a notification lit up my phone. My next-door neighbor had tagged me in the apartment's Facebook Group.

"@Vivian, you disgusting bitch. Get your shit together. Your bed's been squeaking all night. Are you trying to keep the whole building awake?"

"My baby has a heart condition. Wake him up again, and I swear I'll kill you and your whole family!”

I quickly replied that I lived alone. She refused to believe it.

I tried explaining, patiently, a few more times. Then I gave up.

I never imagined that two weeks later, she'd kick in my door with a kitchen knife and stab me eighteen times.

I collapsed in a pool of blood, but she kept swinging the knife like a maniac, screaming.

"It's all your fault! My baby died last night! You're going to pay with your life!"

My vision blurred. As I lost consciousness, one thought lingered: How could I have hurt a baby I never even saw?

Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day when she started to curse me in the group.

This time, I didn't back down. I typed my reply, my fingers steady and cold. "Stop being crazy! Your baby died three years ago!!"