Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Died to End Their Lie: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 14

Still spewing insults, Nolan raced upstairs, grabbed several expensive watches and whatever cash he could find, and fled the Voss estate that night.The mansion fell silent as a tomb again.I floated beside the window and watched him run. I didn't feel a trace of pity.Nolan wasn't evil in every possible way. He was simply greedy. He'd happily taken everything that should have been mine, yet he'd refused to accept responsibility for any of it. Now, at last, he was paying for that greed.The next day, Dad received a call from the Red Cross."Mr. Voss, I'm calling about your son Miles's cornea donation. The recipient is recovering well. His family would very much like to thank you in person, if you're willing to meet them."Dad's grip tightened around the phone."We'll meet them."That afternoon, he pushed Mom, who was barely aware of what was happening around her, through the hospital gardens in a wheelchair.The sun was shining.A boy of fifteen or sixteen approached with his

That was where their own son lay, dead because of what they'd done. It was also the prison they'd never escape for the rest of their lives.Three years later, in late autumn, a cold wind swept dead yellow leaves across the paved paths of the cemetery.Dad pushed Mom's wheelchair unsteadily toward a modest headstone and came to a stop. She'd wasted away until she was little more than skin and bone, her white hair tangled and wild. In her lap, she still gripped the robot model, its colors nearly worn away from years of washing."Miles, Mom and Dad are here to see you."Dad laid the inexpensive white carnations before the stone. His voice was as rough as sandpaper.There was no photograph on my grave. After searching every corner of the old Voss estate, my parents had discovered they didn't possess a single photograph of me alone from those nineteen years. The only picture they had was a family portrait where half my blurred profile showed at the very edge of the frame.Dad crouched