At the police station, my body lay motionless beneath a white sheet—no more anger, laughter, or tears. I would never trouble anyone again.My mom stood beside the examination table, her hands shaking too much to lift the sheet."It's not him, right?" she whispered, turning to my dad as though he could somehow reassure her.My dad reached for the sheet, but as soon as his fingers touched it, he pulled his hand back. He couldn't believe the body under it was me."He was about to have surgery," my dad whispered, his voice trembling. "He was finally going to get better. Why would he kill himself?"Javion clenched his jaw and stepped forward."If you two can't look, I will." He stared at the sheet, trying to convince himself. "It's not Louis. It can't be."Then, before he could lose his nerve, he pulled it back.There I was.My face was peaceful, with a slight smile still on my lips. There was no doubt it was me.Javion staggered backward, staring at me in disbelief. His knees buc
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