Brother, I Don’t Want to Be Your Sibling in the Next Life

Summary

Seven years after I vanished, my brother found me on an organ donation registry.

He stared at the file in the nurse’s hands, his brow furrowed as he took in the photo and the name I used to go by.

“Where is she?”

“Palliative care, twelfth floor. Today’s the last day she’ll be lucid. The surgery is tomorrow.”

His face a thundercloud, he stormed up to the twelfth floor. When he shoved the door open, he found me writing my last will and testament.

“Vicky.”

I looked up, a placid smile touching my lips. “You must have the wrong person, Mr. Miller. My name is Ava now. Not Vicky.”