After my brother came back from faking his death, the whole family went crazy

Summary

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My brother died in a plane crash, rushing home for my birthday. Every year after, my parents made me kneel at his grave and apologize.

On my eighteenth birthday, I was being followed. Terrified, I texted them. Mom called, her voice laced with venom. "You’re just making excuses to get out of apologizing to your brother! Liar! Why couldn't it have been you who died?!"

The line went dead as the attacker’s boot crushed my phone. He dismembered me, scattering my remains across the city. My father