My business was failing. I was $200,000 in debt. I faked my own death in a hiking accident. My wife collected the insurance. I watched my own funeral from a hotel room three blocks away.
I saw my daughter cry over an empty casket. I saw my mother collapse. It has been two years. I live in another country now. My wife knows. She visits me twice a year. We never talk about it.
My daughter thinks I am dead. She posts about missing her dad on Instagram. I like every post from a fake account.