“Hey, little sis! I’ve already got your birthday gift ready. Don’t forget to dress up tomorrow for your party–Eve got a surprise for you.”
I stared at my sister’s message, her cheerful and doting tone practically jumping off the screen. A sister like her. how could she have been depressed?
The text woke up Daniel, who groggily kissed my cheek before rolling out of bed.
Til make breakfast, honey. You stay in bed and rest a bit longer.”
He was as considerate as ever, yet a chill ran down my spine.
Daniel used to be a long distance runner. We met at an awards ceremony. After five years of dating, we got engaged. My sister initially disapproved of our relationship, saying the sports world was too complicated and I
wasn’t cut out for it.
But I loved him. I believed in him, and he never let me down. Thoughtful, attentive, and unfailingly considerate, he remembered every anniversary and milestone. Over time, even my sister grew to appreciate his sincerity and accepted him as her brother–in–law.
After our engagement, he moved into the house my sister had bought for me. I had spent countless nights -envisioning our happy future in that home, raising children together.
Then, memories from my previous life came flooding back–how he had publicly accused me of being a heartless, money–grubbing leech after my sister’s death. He claimed I squandered her fortune, juggled multiple affairs, and resented her for trying to rein me in. According to him, my cruelty had driven her to depression and, ultimately, to
her death.
Now, as I watched this man lovingly serve me breakfast, a wave of dread swept over me. What role had this seemingly perfect fiancé played in my sister’s death?
“What do you want for your birthday tomorrow, honey?” he asked with his usual warmth.
What did I want? I wanted my sister to live a long and happy life.
Even now, I couldn’t und and how, on the eve of my birthday, my sister could have chosen to end her life.
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