I Hauled the Dead to Buy My Freedom
Language: en
Five years cut off. Five years of hauling bodies. Finally, I had the down payment for my own place. I was waiting for my final paycheck when I ran straight into my brother, Cole. He was there picking out a plot for his adopted sister's dead dog. Our eyes locked. In the kind of unspoken truce we'd mastered years ago, we both looked away instantly. It wasn't until my boss handed me the ten-thousand-dollar cash envelope that Cole let out a low, scornful chuckle. “Well, Skylar,” he sneered, looking me up and down. “Five years gone, and you’re actually doing okay for yourself.” I glanced at the…