Dying To Pay Their Love Debt
Language: en
My sister and I each had a "Kinship Jar." Inside those jars, we didn’t store coins. We stored the love and care we received, a currency that could be traded at the "Empyrean Exchange" for anything life could offer. When I was nineteen, my father was involved in a horrific car accident. His body was shattered, a puzzle of broken bone and torn flesh. Once again, our family stood before the glass doors of the Exchange. I tried to nudge my younger sister, Kayla, forward, but my mother’s hand clamped onto her shoulder like a vice. With a sudden, violent jerk, she hauled me toward the counter…