There’s a strange kind of cruelty in the way people sometimes show up.
They come when someone is sick. They gather when someone is dying. They fill rooms, send flowers, write beautiful messages, tell stories, make promises, and say all the things they somehow never managed to say when it might have mattered most.
But where were they during the ordinary days?
Where were they when the person was lonely, scared, struggling, reaching out in quieter ways? Where were they before the diagnosis, before the hospital bed, before the funeral, before guilt turned love into a performance?
That question sits at the heart of my new book: DEATH SENTENCE.
Ethan Winslow is tired of wondering what people really think about him. He’s tired of questioning who would care if he were gone, who would show up if he were dying, and who has simply been taking him for granted all along.
So he does the unthinkable.
He fakes a terminal illness.
What begins as a desperate attempt to uncover the truth becomes something much darker. People confess. Relationships fracture. Old wounds reopen. And Ethan discovers that once you force people to reveal themselves, you may not like what you find.
If you like twisted psychological drama that hits home without you really wanting it to, DEATH SENTENCE is the book for you.
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