INICIAR SESIÓNAfter my parents die in a car accident, I tear up my college acceptance letter and give up my future to pay off their debts and put my younger brother, Cedric Vossmere, through school. Mom always told me I was adopted. "Your brother was kind enough to share his parents with you. You should be grateful we took you in. Don't make us regret it." I work in a freezing warehouse until I've worn through two pairs of shoes just to cover one semester of Cedric's tuition. To pay his monthly living expenses, I spend my nights caring for patients and my early mornings washing dishes at a diner. When the pain in my chest first gets so bad that I pass out, the doctor tells me I need to be hospitalized immediately. Instead, I send Cedric the money meant for my treatment and tell him it's an inheritance from our parents. I keep promising myself I'll get help once I've put him through college. Four years later, I finally pay off the last debt, and Cedric gets his college acceptance letter. But just as I leave the bank, Mom, who's supposedly been dead for four years, appears with a birthday cake. "Happy birthday! Your gratitude test is officially over!" She cheerfully explains that the car accident was staged, and so were the debts. She only wanted to see whether I'd steal the family's money and abandon Cedric once she and Dad were gone. Then she hands me my birth certificate. "You're actually my biological daughter. Cedric is the one we adopted. I lied because I was afraid you'd use your status as our biological daughter as an excuse not to give way to him." She takes my hand and promises we'll never be separated again. I hide the notice warning that my condition is critical inside my sleeve and smile back. "Okay." Mom thinks we have the rest of our lives to start over. But mine is almost over already.
Ver másA year later, Dad sold his shares in the company.After the so-called gratitude test was exposed, business partners began terminating their contracts one after another. The people involved in harassing and secretly filming me faced legal penalties, and the company that ran the test was shut down.People said the Vossmeres had finally gotten what they deserved. But I knew losing their fortune wasn't their real punishment.Mom's punishment was waking up every morning and remembering how I'd smiled at her and said, "Okay," shortly before I died.She restored my bedroom to the way it had been before I left home. It was no longer the pink, princess-themed room she'd decorated for my return.She repainted the walls pale gray and filled the bookshelf with the study guides I'd used while preparing for college entrance exams. She even painstakingly pieced together the acceptance letter I'd torn up and mounted it in a glass frame.Then she asked someone to contact the university that had a
My funeral was scheduled for seven days later.Mom turned down the lavish arrangements Dad had planned. She said I'd never liked spending money when I was alive, so I wouldn't have wanted an extravagant funeral full of empty gestures.But the truth was, she didn't know what I liked anymore.She chose white roses for my funeral. I'd always loved sunflowers.She placed a stuffed rabbit beside my portrait, even though I'd stopped sleeping with stuffed animals years ago, when I turned 18.She ordered the strawberry cake I'd loved as a little girl, never knowing that over the past four years, I'd stopped being able to tolerate its rich cream.At last, Mom was willing to give me the very best of everything. The trouble was, everything she'd chosen was meant for the Celine Vossmere I'd been before I turned 18.She'd never bothered to get to know the person I'd become during those four years.Before the funeral began, Marissa arrived carrying a cardboard box. Inside were all the belong
Dad had hoped to keep my death quiet, but word got out anyway.When my coworkers from the cold storage warehouse heard what happened, several of them came to the hospital.The supervisor, Marissa Whitlock, marched up to Dad and slammed a metal lunchbox down in front of him. "Celine left this behind."There wasn't any food inside. Just a stack of IOUs and several employee ID badges stained with blood.Marissa told them how, when I first started at the warehouse, I was barely strong enough to lift a single box of frozen meat.But I needed the extra 200-dollar attendance bonus, so I dragged myself to work even with a fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit.Once, a machine malfunctioned and left me trapped inside the freezer for half an hour. By the time they got me out, my hair and eyebrows were coated in frost, and my fingers were completely numb.My coworkers urged me to go to the hospital. Instead, I crouched on the floor and asked whether those 30 minutes would count against my attend
My body was kept at the hospital for the time being, but Mom refused to leave. She spent the entire night staring at me through the glass, asking nurses over and over whether it was cold in the morgue.One of them gently explained that the dead couldn't feel the cold. That only made her cry harder.She remembered how I'd spent four years working in a cold storage warehouse, where the temperature was always kept at 0°F.Whenever she checked the surveillance footage, all she'd cared about was whether I'd shown up for my shifts on time. Not once had she wondered if I was cold.The next morning, Dad ordered the man in charge of the test to bring every record they had to the hospital.Six cardboard boxes filled the hallway. Inside were four years' worth of surveillance reports, secretly recorded videos, ed encounters with creditors, and scores for every decision I'd made.During the first year, Mom had wanted to find out whether I would stay behind to look after Cedric. So when the cr












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