"Us?"
There was a long silence.
Then Ethan began crying harder.
"Yes."
I gripped the edge of the table.
"Ethan, who else is there?"
His voice became almost inaudible.
"The girl."
I couldn't breathe.
"What girl?"
A pause.
Then Ethan whispered the words that made everything inside me collapse.
"The one they keep calling Stacey."
The line went dead.
And as I stared at my own name on the false death certificate, I realized my parents hadn't simply stolen my life once.
They might have been preparing to give it to someone else.
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Part 3 (END): For eight years, my parents made me leave the house every time my brother brought his fiance over; Mom said, “She comes from a good family, don’t embarrass us”; Dad added, “Just disappear for the weekend”; I did; then one weekend, I never came back; it took them four years to find out where I went.
Posted October 25, 2026
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CHAPTER 3 — MY DEATH CERTIFICATE WAS REAL ENOUGH TO COLLECT $400,000, BUT NOT REAL ENOUGH TO STOP ME FROM PAYING TAXES
