Chapter 9 I floated closer to look. It was a text message from the cemetery. "Ms. Sinclair, your reserved plot at Pine Hill Cemetery, Section C, Lot 15, is still awaiting your deposit." Oh, it was the burial plot I couldn't afford. "So, that day..." Joseph also remembered, his voice hoarse. "She wasn't throwing a tantrum. She really was dying..." And he had frozen my cards, publicly humiliated me, called me a fake, and thrown me out of the house. "Argh!" Joseph grabbed his hair with both hands, his body curling up in agony. Thomas grabbed the phone and scrolled through the remaining notes, his face growing paler by the second. "Thomas, our sister... is really dead." Joseph collapsed to his knees, letting out a desperate wail. "We swore we'd love her forever, but what did we do?" Thomas took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure. "Joseph, go home." "Home?" Joseph looked up in confusion. "Go home and choose the best burial plot for Cynthia." Thomas' voice was quiet. "The quietest, most beautiful place with the best sunlight. This is the last thing we can do for her as her brothers." His gaze turned toward the morgue again, his expression complex and pained. "I'll stay here and try again." Joseph understood that Thomas still wanted to bring my body home. He nodded heavily and left, looking lost and broken. At the Sinclair residence, Sarah was lying on the couch and playing on her phone. When she saw Joseph stumble in, she immediately put on a worried expression and rushed to him. "Joe! You're finally back! How did things go at the hospital..." She trailed off, studying Joseph's expression. Joseph didn't look at her. He walked straight to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and downed it in one gulp. Sarah walked to his side and gently took his arm. "Don't be too upset. You still have me." She rested her head on Joseph's stiff shoulder. "From now on, having me as your only sister will be enough. I'll replace Cynthia and take good care of you and Tom." "Enough!" Joseph violently shoved her away, the force making Sarah stagger backward several steps. "Why do you have to be so vicious?" Sarah's smile froze. "I... I don't understand what you're talking about..." "I saw everything on Cynthia's phone!" Joseph roared. "How long are you going to keep pretending?" 1/2 ChapMy 9 +25 Bonus I looked at Sarah, trying to find guilt or fear on her face. But Sarah smiled fearlessly. "So what? Are you going to blame your real sister for that fake now?" Joseph slapped her hard across the face, the force knocking her to the ground. "You weren't like this when you were little! Where did that kind Sarah go?" Sarah clutched her cheek, staring with disbelief. After seeing Joseph hit me so many times for her sake, this was the first time Joseph had ever struck her. Her expression turned venomous. "Kind? Haha... When you lost me, did you ever think about what I would become?" She swayed as she stood up. "The look on your face when you hit me was exactly the same as when you hit Cynthia. You brothers are sadists at heart!" Joseph was stunned by her words. She waved her arms wildly, her eyes crazed and obsessive. "Don't you understand? You can only have me as your sister! You can only love me! Your biggest mistake was not getting rid of her!" Just then, the front door was thrown open. Thomas burst in carrying a stack of documents, his expression terrifyingly dark. "It's all wrong..." His voice trembled. "Everything is wrong..." He hurled the thick stack of reports at Sarah's face, his voice between crying and laughing. "Cynthia was our real sister! You're the fake!" The entitled look of arrogance on Sarah's face instantly froze. Joseph trembled as he picked up the reports from the floor, reading them over and over again. "No... That's impossible..." he muttered, shaking all over. "The sister we lost... The real sister we searched for over ten years..." Thomas' voice was terribly hoarse. "It was never Sarah." He pointed in the direction where my spirit floated. For a moment, I thought he could see me. "It was Cynthia."