ログイン"You are a sick, twisted monster." My mother glared at me. The doctor frowned and recommended genetic testing, suspecting a rare disease. My mother only sneered. "Rare disease? She's mentally warped. She fakes being sick to get attention!" The noon sun blazed overhead. I huddled under the shade canopy, trembling violently, clutching my collar shut. Then my mother shoved the canopy aside and overturned it. She tore off my long coat and pushed me down onto the scorching sand. The intense UV rays seared through my skin in an instant. Huge blisters swelled up along my arms, then burst one after another. My mother stood there, revulsion all over her face. "Iris, have you no shame left at all, faking an illness like this? "You love lying down so much, then lie there in the sun until you die!" Mom, this time I really am going to burn to death.
もっと見るVivian clawed at my mother's clothes like a woman possessed."Why did you ever give birth to her?"Why did you bring her to camp?"Give me back my ballet!"Give me back my life!"My mother offered no resistance.She sat numbly on the sofa, letting the glass carve bloody gashes across her face.Her once-shrewd, proud eyes were now clouded and empty. She clutched the gray shawl I had knitted and repeated the same words again and again."That's my good girl, Iris. Mom will take you home."There's sun outside."Mom will hold the umbrella for you."I floated near the ceiling and watched the farce with cold detachment.My mother had genuinely lost her mind.She remembered neither the police questions nor my father's condemnation.She clung to the belief that I was still hiding somewhere in the shade, waiting for her to take me home.She was committed to a locked psychiatric facility outside the city.After my funeral, my father sold the beach house for far less than it was worth.On the day
My father didn't stop her.Nothing remained in his eyes but bone-deep hatred.Then he turned his head and looked at Vivian, huddled in the corner.The footage had laid everything bare. He knew exactly who had pulled my mother away at the final moment."Ever since you were little, you've taken your sister's things and worn her clothes, and I never held it against you."My father closed in on her step by step."But why did you have to cut off her last chance to live?"Vivian was so frightened she tried to crawl under the desk."Dad, I was wrong!"I really didn't know she would die!"I'm your only daughter now. You can't hit me!"My father grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out from under the desk."Only daughter?"Every time your sister had an episode and pounded her head against the wall in agony, what were you doing? Complaining that she was disrupting your dance practice!"And while she lay dying on that beach, what were you doing? Drinking iced blueberry juice with this poisonou
While mother and daughter hurled accusations back and forth, the office door swung open.My father, Daniel Ashford, who had been working abroad to cover my crushing medical bills, burst into the room, exhausted from the journey.He was out of breath, his eyes red, a manila envelope clenched in one hand."Where's Iris?"Where is my Iris!"When my mother saw him, she scrambled toward him like a drowning person grabbing driftwood."Daniel, help me!"Iris didn't make it. She's left us..."My father looked down at her blood-soaked clothes.The unmistakable, cloying stench of death twisted his features in an instant.He grabbed her by the collar with enough force to lift her off the floor."What do you mean she didn't make it? Why did the police tell me you left her out in the sun?"My mother cried so hard she couldn't get out a full sentence.On the flight back, my father had been checking the message from the research center over and over.He had thought that if he could just bring that re
The Coast Guard sealed off the scene quickly.My mother and Vivian were taken into the camp's temporary office for questioning.The air conditioning in that office blasted on high, and a dehumidifier hummed non‑stop in the corner.That was the kind of room I used to love most.But now I could only drift below the ceiling and watch as the harsh white light left them nowhere to hide.Before long a detective came in with a preliminary autopsy report."Iris Ashford died from a severe acute photosensitivity reaction."He set the report on the table."After her protection was removed, her skin was exposed to intense ultraviolet radiation, causing second- to third-degree burns across most of her body."That ultimately caused her heart and kidneys to fail."The detective stared at my mother, his tone icy."Dying this way is almost the same as being burned alive."Mrs. Ashford, why did you tear the sun-protective clothing off a critically ill patient and abandon her on a beach at noon?"My moth
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