Rising From the Dead to Torment Me
Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself.
Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.”
I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room.
My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him.
“I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out.
“Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?”
My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain.
“He’s just too stupid. We’ve been
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