The Autopsy of My Forgotten Heart
Language: en
My brother was my target. My mission: To get him to celebrate my birthday with me just once before I turned eighteen. If I succeeded, I lived. But my brother hated me. He blamed my birth for killing our parents. He cursed me more than once: "Chloe, why didn't you die instead?" I never dared to hope he would celebrate with me. Until my eighteenth birthday. It was my last chance. I gathered all my courage and called him carefully: "Lucas, please celebrate my birthday with me just this once, okay? Or else... I'll die." But his voice was filled with disgust, utterly careless: "Then…