I Was Killed on My Birthday, and My Mother Called Me a Liar

On the day a street enforcer threw acid in my face, my mother was at my cousin's coming-of-age ceremony at the Ferraro estate.

Ironically, it was also my birthday.

Dying, I sent my mother a desperate voice message for help. She shot back a text: [Stop playing these games for attention. You don't fool me.]

That same night, Mom got called back to handle an internal inquiry — a woman's body had been found on Ferraro territory.

The body was beyond recognition, and her limbs were mutilated.