Matilda was forty-eight and dying. Her younger siblings had become successful, but they hated her. They remembered the fire. They remembered the gambling debts. They remembered being sold. They put a brainwave device on her dying body and broadcast her memories to the world. They wanted a public trial. They wanted revenge. They saw the fire. They saw the debts. They saw the abandonment. Their hatred peaked. Then the truth came. Matilda had burned the house to hide them from drug dealers. She had gambled to raise money for their survival. She had sold herself into servitude to keep them safe. She had knelt in the dirt and begged strangers to take them in. She had become a criminal to hunt the men who wanted them dead. The siblings watched their sister's memories and saw not a monster, but a sacrifice. They fell to their knees. They wept. Matilda smiled. She had been hated for years. She died loved. She had saved them twice.