My Inner Voice Is A Scalpel

Summary

The entire Kingston family can hear my thoughts.

I, Dr. Avery Stone, the country’s top forensic pathologist, was finally brought back to the Kingston estate. They looked at my face, but recoiled from the lingering scent of formalin and disinfectant that clung to my lab scrubs.

My adopted sister, Seraphina, glided over in a twenty-thousand-dollar designer gown, her voice dripping with frail concern.

“Oh, Avery,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “Daddy bought you so many new clothes. You should really change out of those. They look… unlucky.”

I gave her a long, cold look.