Murdered for Saving My Sister
My older sister, Holly Keller, is studying in the public library for her SATs when a stray bullet hits her. Blood pours from the wound.
Instead of stopping, I quicken my pace, walking right past her and acting like I haven't seen a thing.
It was because, in my past life, I took her to the hospital as soon as the accident happened.
The gunshot to her head caused severe intracranial bleeding, and she needed surgery right away.
I called our mom, who happened to be the top neurosurgeon in the city. And I begged her to get to the hospital as fast as possible.
But she assumed I'm just being jealous because she had taken my adopted brother on a trip instead of spending time with me.
Assuming