Even through the screen, I could practically smell the fake sweetness in her words.
I typed back:
【Snow: Oh? When did I ever say that?】
【Snow: Anyway, I’m going to die soon. You can take care of my corpse, how about that?】
Our family wasn’t poor, but living this way felt meaningless.
As soon as I said that, another notification popped up.
【You have been removed from the group chat by Daniel Miller.】
Immediately afterward, Daniel’s furious messages poured in like firecrackers.
【You pulled this stunt just because you’re afraid we’d blame you, didn’t you?】
【Emily slashed her wrists! She still defended you, but what about you?!】
【You’re just jealous we celebrated her birthday without you, aren’t you?!】
【You’d die if you went a single day without playing victim, huh?】
A sudden stab of pain hit my chest.
I bit my lip and replied with a bitter smile:
【Oh, I can die. And I will soon enough.】
Emily—my so-called “sister,” born on the same day as me.
After I went missing at six years old, my parents adopted her as a way to console themselves.
Just because she shared my birthday, she became my “replacement.”
And for seven years, they treated her as if she were truly theirs.
Until I was found and brought back.