The entire city began doxing me. My entire life was dredged up and laid bare. Many people, eager for attention, emerged to recount their stories about me.

"I’m Florence’s foster father. Florence has always been a solitary child. Her two younger brothers were always indulgent with her. Because she wasn't our biological child. We couldn't discipline her properly. Who would have thought she’d now disregard her own mother? Alas, we share some blame for not raising her properly."

"I’m Florence’s middle school classmate. Florence was always cold and unapproachable. She excelled academically and never mingled with students who struggled. Those who needed help with their homework were met with disdain...