Chapter 4

Sienna somehow talked our parents into throwing a memorial for me.

They filled the mansion's living room with white lilies. The thick, sweet scent hung so heavy in the air that it was enough to choke the living.

Sienna wore a plain black dress. Barefaced, she looked frail and heartbroken.

The room was packed with family and friends, but none of them had come to mourn me.

Hushed voices rippled through the crowd.

The story going around was that I was a jealous, toxic psycho who faked cancer for attention and ran off in disgrace. To them, my death was…