My Funeral Falls on My Mother's Death AnniversaryChapter 1
My birthday was on the same day as the death anniversary of my mother, Sarah Mitchell.
After Sarah died, I no longer celebrated my birthday.
When I was forced to call my father, George Jensen, the murderer had a gun to my head.
"Dad, today is my eighteenth birthday. Can you come and celebrate my birthday with me?"
However, George didn't notice anything unusual, and all that came through was an angry rant filled with hatred.
"You killed your mother, but you were shameless enough to ask me to celebrate your birthday. Why weren't you the one who died?"
I heard George celebrating his adopted the coming of age for his adopted daughter a second before the phone was hung up.
Later that night, numerous body parts were found in the trunk of the police car that had been sent for examination.
George was recalled overnight.
The body parts were pieced together by the forensic doctor for two days and nights.
George stayed up all night sorting through the clues, but he didn't realize that the person who died was none other than the daughter he hated the most.
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