After Dying in the Fire, I Witnessed My Family "Selling" Me Cheaply for Money
Language: en
CHAPTER 1 Is that me? Being burned alive feels exactly how you’d imagine—a scorching, all-consuming agony that burrows into every inch of my body. I should be dead. But I’m not. Not exactly. I hover, weightless, watching the scene unfold beneath me. Watching her. "Our Evelyn is so beautiful. Tomorrow is your birthday party! Mom bought you this dress." My mother’s voice is soft, affectionate—a voice I never knew she was capable of. She holds up a shimmering dress. I’ve seen that dress before. My sister once boasted that it cost 10,000 dollars—more than my parents make in a…