I just never expected them to hate me enough to want me dead.
Can you wait a little longer? In seven days, you'll get what you want!
Even if they heard I'd died, they'd assume it was just another bid for attention. They wouldn't care at all.
I watched them crowd around Diana, showering her with blessings and gifts.
Did they forget today was my birthday too? I was only a few hours younger than her. I died on my eighteenth birthday.
"Mom, today is my little sister's birthday too. Did we forget? She must be upset with us—that's probably why she's acting this way."
Awkwardness flickered across their faces. They'd remembered the adopted daughter's birthday but forgotten their biological daughter's. Only they could manage that.
They were people who'd seen the world. To avoid gossip, they pulled out the only card they had on them.
"Here's ten thousand dollars. Buy yourself something nice. Consider it a gift from your father and me."
Jordan took out the freebie that came with Diana's present.
I looked at their impatient faces, and something in my chest went cold. I didn't take it.
"No need. Even if I took it, I wouldn't be able to use it."