After the Replacement Daughter Died, They All Went Mad
After my sister, Elina Spencer, died, I became her replacement.
I copied everything she did and bent over backward to please them, all because I wanted to matter to them just a little more.
But there was only ever room for Elina in their hearts.
They never stopped reminding me that I was nothing more than her substitute, that I should never dream of taking her place.
Then one day, Elina—the one everyone thought was dead—came back.
At last, I was free. I left this world in peace.
Only then did they regret everything. They cried as they chased after me, pleading for me to return, begging for my forgiveness.
But I was already dead.