Six Months After I Died, My Mother's Leukemia Returned

Summary

My brother came to my apartment to force me to donate bone marrow to our mother.

My landlord told him, "Chloe is already dead."

My brother sneered. "Chloe really never changes! To get attention, she'll make up any excuse. She's just rotten to the core, not even a fraction as good as Harper. You tell her to stop playing games and be a good girl and donate that bone marrow. Otherwise, I'll make her regret it!"

The white-haired landlady was furious. She grabbed a broom and chased my brother out.

"I said, Chloe is dead! You and your toxic family killed her!