"What is she saying? Why is she making all this up?"
He tapped into the comments. Every single one was venom.
"Some people don't deserve to be parents."
"Those two old monsters. How do they sleep at night?"
"Hope they walk into traffic tomorrow."
"Girl, just cut them off. Go no-contact. Run and never look back."
My husband's face turned a deep, mottled red. His breathing grew heavier with each passing second.
I scrambled to find his blood pressure medication and pressed the pills into his hand.
I rubbed his back, still unable to believe those words had come from the daughter I loved more than anything in this world.
"Don't get worked up yet. AI is so advanced these days. Maybe someone deepfaked her face onto the video."
He caught his breath, his hands trembling as he passed the phone back to me.
"Go to her profile. Look at the rest of her page. It's her."
"What is she trying to do? How could she say something this vile?"
I scrolled through Summer's profile. That video was pinned to the top. Over 300,000 likes.
Her most recent post was a video of her arm-in-arm with her mother-in-law, the two of them strolling through a mall, laughing like best friends.
The caption read: