My Family Faked Death, I Start Over
Her eyes were bloodshot, but her face was a void—utterly calm and hollow.
Mom hurried into the morgue with the crowd trailing behind her. There lay Dad, his expression peaceful, his heart removed, no longer breathing. He had only been supposed to be "playing" dead, but now he was gone for good.
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of irony at how perfectly things had turned out.
Grandma Madeline couldn't handle the sight of Dad's body. She lost consciousness instantly and crumpled to the floor.
Mom froze for a heartbeat, then spun around and delivered a stinging slap to Aunt Jacklyn's face. "How could you do this, Jacklyn? How could you just stand there and watch while they ripped Matthias' hea