Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
“I’m out on some road in the middle of nowhere,” I confessed. “I was driving cross-country when I saw a dead deer on the highway and skid marks. I had a bad feeling, so I stopped to look and...”
“Oh, God, no. Oh my God! No,” he barked. “No, that’s not possible. You’ve got it wrong. Why the fuck would Sarah be out on some highway in the middle of nowhere? You’ve got the wrong person.”
“This is literally her phone, guy.” I was almost impressed with myself for sticking to the ruse. Part of me believed what I was saying. “You called her yourself—”
“No! She’s not dead! Whoever the fuck’s in that car stole her phone.”
I tossed my head. “I don’t know anything about that. All I know is I need to call the police, and get out of here. I don’t want anything more to do with this. I’m not going to be in a police station all night, questioned about why I was found next to a dead woman.” The bullshit just kept falling and falling out of my mouth.
“No one’s going to care about why you stumbled on some junkie thief. That’s not Sarah, and—and— I’ll prove it!” he burst out. “Send me a pic. I’ll tell you it’s not my Sarah.”
I was still shaking my head even though he couldn’t see. “The phone’s locked. How am I supposed to—”
“Three-seven-eight-one,” Daniel snapped, shocking me.
I had no idea the guy knew my phone passcode. But then, he was always hovering and following me around at work. Why should it surprise me that instead of doing his job, he stole a minute to peek over my shoulder and sneak my code?
Still, I hesitated.
Of course he was going to ask for proof. He knew how desperately I wanted to get rid of him. A part of him had to be thinking this could be all some horrible trick, but still, this was my sister. My evil bitch of a sister, but still, my sister—and she deserved basic respect in death. And the one thing she would hate above all was to be seen the way she was then.
From the split second I looked at her before flinging myself out of the car, I saw her airbag’s failure to deploy left her to smash her face into the dashboard at the seventy-five miles an hour I was driving.
The force snapped her neck and ruined her face, leaving nothing recognizable behind except a mask of blood, and our eyes. Letting her body be something Dan swiped past while he was searching for our sex tapes was just obscene but I had to be rid of this fucking leech for good.
This horrible life had to be done. In every way, I wanted Sarang Kim to die.
“Hello? Hello!” Dan shouted. “Are you there?! You did not seriously just hang up on—”
“Calm down, man.” Shakily, I pushed to my feet. “I just needed a minute. And you’re going to need a minute too,” I added. “If this is your girl, what you’re going to see will... change you forever.”
“I’ll be fine. Because it’s not Sarah,” he said. “Just send the picture.”
I slowly moved to the car door, unlocking my phone. Daniel didn’t know I had a twin sister. It wasn’t a secret. Honestly, I had no problem ranting about Sue and how she ruined my life. But the first time I brought up my mother, how she treated me, and that she threw me out of the house for a prank I didn’t commit, all Daniel did was defend her.
He went on and on about how it wasn’t her fault, she was doing the best she could, and that I should forgive her, because she’s the only mother I’ve got.
Before he finished, I made up my mind not to even mention Sue. If I did, he’d want to know why I never talked about or saw my twin sister, and I for damn sure wasn’t going to be subjected to a bunch of excuses for her behavior.
So, no, there was no reason Dan would look at a dead body that resembled me, and think anything other than I was dead.
At the last second I turned away, letting the camera and automatic flash do its terrible job.
I sent Daniel the picture.
“Okay, I got it,” he said after a beat. “So I can tell you right now that whoever that is... isn’t my... Oh, no. No. No! Sarah, no!”
I pulled the phone away, letting Dan pour his shouts, wails, and grief into the forest. As much as it wanted to, his pain didn’t touch me. I gave myself to him in every way. I loved him, and he treated me like a toy he abandoned in the backyard, and then came back to kick around when he got bored.