Buried By The Ones I Loved
Language: en
For six years, I hauled the dead out of city basements and off hot asphalt. I worked the night shift for a body removal service, letting the stench of decay settle so deep into my pores that no amount of bleach could scrub it away. I did it for one reason: to pay for my sister’s leukemia treatments. Today, I finally had the last of the money. But as I stood in the hospital hallway, my sister, Hedy, looked at me with a chilling nonchalance. She didn't need the surgery, she said. She wasn't sick. Our parents weren't dead. The car accident six years ago? She’d orchestrated the whole thing. I…