A Song for the Stolen

Summary

On Christmas Eve, I was delivering food on my e-bike through a blizzard when my phone suddenly buzzed.

"Sister."

Just one word, mixed with static, struck me like a thunderbolt.

But I had signed a non-disclosure agreement and disappeared with that money ten years ago.

I didn't understand why my biological sister, who took the college spot I sold to her, was contacting me now.

"I'm at the gate of the complex where you're delivering."

"Mom and Dad are dying. They want to see you one last time."

The gate?

I slammed on the brakes, the tires carving a black mark in the snow.