The Weaver family had truly shot themselves in the foot this time. They made a grand show of searching for me, only to discover that I had been dead for three months. It was the biggest satire of the year. The deceived public was outraged.

The Weavers felt the backlash from all directions. For the moment, they was like a pack of street rats, with everyone calling for their downfall. Weaver Enterprises’ stock plummeted that day, hitting the limit down. The entire city launched a boycott against Weaver Enterprises.

The very things they wanted me to experience were now being visited upon them. Dad and my sister, overwhelmed by the...