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She lowered her voice just enough to sound casual, though every word was carefully aimed. "Grandma, I don't want to be doing any of this either. But look at Elara. Her own sister is right downstairs, and she doesn't even recognize her. When my brother is gone and reality comes crashing down on the sisters all at once, do you really want to watch every last one of them fall apart?"

They wanted to take everything of mine away, but I refused to let them do so. Long before my health deteriorated, I had already donated everything I had. Even if I died, I would not leave them a single penny. Even so, my heart was still filled with regret when I looked at those two. Why did I give up my life for a woman? Was a woman really worth wasting a lifetime on? … On my way home, I was stopped by my neighbor, Mary Darcy. Her eyes were filled with envy. "Luke, you're really lucky! I saw Rachel come home with a computer today. They're rare. Let's hurry over. Let me have a look!"

When I wanted to apply to art school for college, you said the family could only afford Jenna's medical treatments, so you told me to pick a cheaper major. Mom's expression changed. "Jenna's health was poor, so what if we looked after her a little more?" I nodded. "That's why you only need to look after her from today on." I took out a bank card and placed it on the stone table. "There's 300 thousand dollars on this card. Consider it repayment for giving birth to me and raising me. From now on, I have no parents or sister." "Heidi, you think you're too good for us now?" Dad snapped.

"You don't have to sign. But think about your best friend. She's staying at the McKinzie nursing home, remember?" Lynn Dole—my first real friend in this world. A year ago, she'd rented an apartment full of toxic chemicals without knowing it. Now she had leukemia. We hadn't found a matching donor for her yet. The nursing home was the only thing keeping her alive. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Jennifer." His voice was soft. The threat underneath it wasn't. My hands were shaking as I picked up the pen and signed. Not because I agreed, but because none of this mattered anymore.

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

Her eyes twinkled with delight at the suggestion, and we set to work immediately. "So you not only make hair, you also do nails, huh?” She was so impressed. “Yeah…not a big deal, right?" She huffed. “Of course, it is. Look at Faith here. He is so useless. He's got three sisters but can't get a single thing done for us. And they say guys with sisters have higher tendencies of learning stuff like this. But his case differs. I heard you had a sister. What about her? Did she leave with your mum?"

I needed to fix my life and I needed to help fix my sister's. We were the Lewis sisters and we were always there for each other. . . . _____________________

I’m never going to be her, but I need to figure out what the hell I am going to be. My destiny or not I wasn't walking into the lion's den that surely was April Keller by my fucking-self. Brianne wants a sister, well your sister needs you girl. Brianne: Hell yes.

He dropped to his knees beside my bed. "Grace, come home with me, okay? We have the same blood type. I'll give you my entire liver if I have to. You're my real sister. I won't let you die. From now on, I won't care about anyone else. I'll only stay by your side, okay?" Something inside me snapped. I shoved him away and started screaming like a madwoman. "I'm already dying! What's the point of playing the good brother now? Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"