My Brother Autopsied Me

Summary

My brother, Liam, was my target.

All I needed was for him to spend one birthday with me before I turned eighteen. Just one, and the mission would be complete.

But Liam hated me.

He hated me for being born, for supposedly killing our parents. More than once, his words had cut me to the bone: "Olivia, why wasn't it you who died that day?"

I never dared to hope he'd celebrate with me.

Until today, my eighteenth birthday. My last chance.

Gathering every shred of courage, I dialed his number, my heart a trembling bird.