“Check the top reviews. They all say ‘I received this product at a discount.’ It’s a cult.”

This time, she didn't hit publish from home. She walked two blocks to the public library, logged into their Wi-Fi, and posted it from a computer registered to “Patron 47.”

Maya scoffed. A lawsuit over a pimple cream mask? Ridiculous. She poured her coffee and scrolled further. Then she saw it.