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Jessica, the rookie teacher, actually set a fire in the kindergarten to make the fire drill look real—and it turned into a nightmare when a stampede broke out. Almost half the kids at the kindergarten didn't make it out alive. She wailed, "I'm so young. I don't want to end up behind bars." I flat-out refused and handed her over to the police. But then, my fiancé publicly accused me of abusing my authority, making it sound like I was using my position for personal gain. He testified on Jessica's behalf, insisting she was covering for someone else and deliberately framed me for everything that happened. Not only did I lose my job, but I was also staring down decades in prison. The parents of the children who died had been protesting outside my house every day, holding banners and demanding that I pay with my life for what had happened to their kids. On the day of the trial, a grief-crazed parent stabbed me repeatedly, and I bled out on the courthouse steps. Afterward, my fiancé made a show of forgiveness for the killer right in front of the cameras, playing the part of Mr. Righteous for all the world to see. He declared, "She lost only her life, but they lost their whole families." That little performance turned him into an overnight sensation, and soon he and Jessica strutted down the wedding aisle, with zero shame, right over the ruin of everything I lost. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the very day of the fire drill.