Burying the Past, Buying My Future
Language: en
Five years after I severed ties with my family, I finally earned enough money to buy an apartment by moving bodies. While waiting for my paycheck, I ran straight into my brother, Brandon. He was there to pick out a burial plot for Tiffany, the adopted daughter's dog. He gave an awkward laugh: "Five years, huh? How have you been since you left home?" I glanced at the black card in his hand. "Doing okay. Not as well as Tiffany's dog, of course." He was spending $100,000 on a grave for Tiffany's dog, while my apartment would only cost $300,000. Brandon's voice was strained and…