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Chapter 1

Mom gave Dad a pointed look. Seemingly uncomfortable, she asked, "What kind of nonsense are you saying in front of Jacob?"She kept her voice low, but her annoyance was evident.Dad abruptly dropped the suitcase he was carrying and raised his voice. "What's wrong with what I said? Am I wrong? We've raised him for 18 years."What else does he actually have going for him besides playing the dutiful son? His grades have never been anything to brag about. He's always just done enough to squeak by. We were never like that."We even had to buy his way into high school! With his grades, he won't even get into a no-name college. He'll have no choice but to go to some crappy trade school!"The suitcase fell heavily onto the floor with a loud thud.Mom glanced at me, who was frozen stiff off to the side, and snapped, "That's enough! Don't talk about him like that!"Dad's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at her. "Lori, are you seriously picking a fight with me over this ingrate?"He turne

Chapter 2

Early the next morning, Mom and Dad got ready to head out with Ivan and Willow.Mom trailed behind Dad, practically walking on eggshells. He still seemed upset about what had happened the day before.They were all decked out in matching outfits they'd bought for Christmas, making them look like a picture-perfect, happy family. And then there was me, still wearing last year's black padded jacket, sticking out like a sore thumb.Dad glanced at me before pulling out 200 dollars from his bag to hand to me."Here. This is for you. I stocked the fridge with enough food to last until we are back. If you don't feel like cooking, just buy yourself something to eat."Make sure your grandma takes her medicine on time, and change her diaper when she needs it. Don't let the house stink up. I don't want to come home and have to clean up after you."As I took the money, I suddenly remembered them mentioning last night that this trip to Serova would cost at least 20,000 dollars.Nevertheless,

Chapter 3

I gently shook Grandma by the shoulder, but there was still no response. When I saw how lifeless she looked, my hands began to tremble.I slowly placed a finger under her nose to check if she was still breathing. The bowl slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor, splattering soup everywhere. There was no breath, not even the slightest hint of one."Grandma… Grandma, wake up… Please don't scare me..."I desperately shook Grandma, my voice full of panic and helplessness.There was only one thought running through my head—Grandma was dead. I had let the person I was supposed to care for die!Mom and Dad trusted me with her, and I screwed up the one thing I was supposed to do.I'd gotten Grandma killed. What would Mom and Dad think of me now? They'd be even more disappointed in me."No… This can't be happening…"I was babbling incoherently, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. What should I do? What was I supposed to do?Right, I needed to call them! I had to call Mo

Chapter 4

I rose into the air. As I looked down, I saw myself lying on the couch, my face pale and bluish.I thought about Mom, Dad, Ivan, and Willow. And in the blink of an eye, I somehow ended up at the resort hotel they said they were staying at.I remembered they'd booked the room with a balcony overlooking the beach. So I drifted over, passing right through the glass doors. Then I froze.Mom and Dad were sitting there, looking perfectly fine. Willow was watching cartoons, while Ivan was playing with his blocks.They were okay?Overjoyed, I rushed over to hug them, only for my arms to go right through them. I cried out happily, "Dad! Mom!"But they couldn't hear me. That was when I remembered that I was dead. But how? I definitely heard a car crash over the phone.Right then, Dad pulled out his phone and played an audio clip. The sound of tires screeching was exactly the same as what I'd heard over the phone earlier.Dad said coldly, "See? What did I tell you? His whole 'good son

Chapter 5

Dad drew in a sharp breath as he steadied himself against the doorframe. Mom, who was in the middle of packing, froze as well, her hands suspended in midair.The officer paused, looking at the shell-shocked duo before continuing, "We have confirmed the identities of the victims. One is 65-year-old Christina Morrow, and the other is your son, Jacob Brewer."Time seemed to stop for a moment. The next second, Dad abruptly grabbed the officer's hand. "That's impossible! Officer, you must have made a mistake! My son is at home taking care of his grandmother!"Mom chimed in, her voice quivering, "He's right. Our son is at home. We were just texting him a few days ago.""And did you contact him after that? Did you speak to him on the phone?" the officer asked.Mom and Dad's faces instantly went pale.They both thought of the call that went unanswered a few days earlier. The officer's face hardened. "Your local police received a call from your next-door neighbor reporting a strong

Chapter 6

As the tablet was turned on again, I drifted over to them.The surveillance footage played frame by frame, each moment piercing the hearts of everyone in the room.In the first clip, I stood by the door, watching the car drive away. Then I wiped my eyes as I turned around.In the second clip, I went back inside to take care of Grandma. I changed her diaper, cleaned her up, gave her medicine, and wiped her down. As I moved with practiced ease, I muttered to myself that Dad said the house couldn't smell, so I had to keep everything clean.In the third clip, I received the photo Dad had sent. I looked downcast, but then I visibly psyched myself up, saying I needed to take good care of Grandma so they wouldn't have to worry.As for the fourth clip, I could be seen carrying a bowl into Grandma's room and showing her the photo. When I realized something was wrong, the bowl slipped from my hands.I rushed to her bedside to check her breathing. Then, I froze up before frantically scram

Chapter 7

The plane rumbled through the night sky, the cabin dimly lit. Dad sat curled up by the window, his whole body still shaking badly.Mom sat next to him, staring blankly ahead without saying a word.Willow and Ivan were asleep on the other side of the aisle. Both their faces were still streaked with tears, and Ivan whimpered restlessly in his sleep.No one said a word. Or rather, no one dared to. Even the shortest conversation would only be rubbing salt into an open wound.The four-hour flight felt like a century. By the time the plane touched down, it was the early hours of the morning.The air outside was bitterly cold, and before they knew it, snowflakes were falling from the sky. Two police officers were already waiting at the airport, their expressions grim.There were no unnecessary pleasantries. Everyone simply got into the car and headed for a mortuary on the outskirts of town.Despite the bright lights, the mortuary felt cold and eerie in the dead of night.The air was h

Chapter 8

My funeral was held together with Grandma's. In the small funeral hall, two memorial portraits sat side by side.Grandma's photo showed her kind, warm smile. Mine was the one from my student ID, the look in my eyes as timid as ever.All our relatives came, and they whispered among themselves in the hall. "I heard he killed himself.""He thought his parents were dead, so he wanted to go with them.""He was very devoted to his family. What a shame…"Mom and Dad stood at the front of the hall. They were completely motionless, like they'd lost their souls.Willow, holding Ivan's hand, quietly asked, "Where did Jacob and Grandma go?"No one answered her. After the funeral, Mom and Dad started sorting through my things.They walked into my room. Because the tiny room faced north, it was freezing in winter and sweltering in summer.On my desk sat my unfinished winter break homework. Mom found a little metal box tucked away on the bottom shelf.When she opened it, she found the

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