I watched with my own eyes as they dumped my body in the mountains—the most remote part of the city. Somehow, though, my consciousness stayed behind.By then, I'd already been dead for three days.I drifted aimlessly until, without meaning to, I found myself back at the Seymour residence. And as luck would have it, my family had just come home.They'd taken William Seymour to the coast for his birthday. It was a trip that included everyone except me.They laughed and reminisced about the breathtaking sights from the cruise ship, ones I'd never have the chance to see.I stood there quietly as my sister, Anne Seymour, started complaining, "Is Zach still not back? I'm starving. I thought dinner would be ready the second we got home."Mom frowned and called my name a couple of times, but of course, no one answered. "He's gone again? The residential treatment center was let out two days ago, wasn't it?"Who even raised him? Everyone else in this family knows how to behave, but he's t
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