Maya's POV
I don't tell anyone about the video. Not yet.
At dawn, I'm still staring at my phone, watching that fake version of me say horrible things about my baby. If this video goes public, I'll lose everything. My reputation. My baby. My life.
I need to act first. Before they release it.
I call Sophie at six in the morning.
"This better be important," she groans. "I was dreaming about Chris Hemsworth."
"Someone made a deepfake video of me. Talking about getting an abortion. Calling my baby a parasite."
Sophie is instantly alert. "What? Send it to me. Now."
I forward the email. Seconds later, I hear Sophie gasp over the phone.
"Maya, this is bad. This looks so real."
"I know. They're going to release it today. The email said 'by tomorrow everyone will know the truth.'"
"Then we release something first. We expose Vanessa before they expose you." Sophie's voice is fierce. "You have evidence that she faked her illness, right? Use it. Now. Before this video destroys you."
