One good thing after death was that my soul was free. I went all the way to the family cemetery and hovered in front of Mom's grave.After she passed away, I had never been allowed to visit her because Dad did not love her. He had only married her for her family's shipping line. I was also a product of their transactions, born to be a tool for consolidating power and for marriage alliances.Susan was Dad's most beloved daughter; she could be capricious, make mistakes, and be loved.I caressed Mom's tombstone and muttered, "Mom, I'm dead too. Why can't I see you?"Just as I was talking, Barry arrived. He knelt in front of Mom's grave and laid down a bunch of white roses. His voice was hoarse. "Mom, Charlotte has gone missing again. What should I do about her?"Barry was my older brother but always thought I was making a fuss. When I was ten, I cried and said Susan pushed me down the stairs, but he said I was making a fuss. When I was 16, I said Susan stole the necklace Mom left me,
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