When My Brothers Found My Bones

Synopsis

My oldest brother, Charles Grant, was a forensic examiner, and my second brother, James Grant, was a cop. One night at dinner, they took one look at the bones in the pot and knew immediately—those weren't animal bones. They were human. They reported it right away, and the first thing they did was tell their adopted sister to stay safe and be careful. Their colleagues were confused. "Why aren't you worried about your real sister? The one who got kidnapped by traffickers when she was little and only came home a few years ago?" Charles scoffed, "She's so obsessed with money, there's no way she'd let herself die. And honestly, if she did? At least the house would finally be quiet." But my brothers had no idea that I was already dead. The bones boiling in that pot right in front of them? Those were mine. My leg bones, to be exact. They didn't recognize me. They couldn't tell that the girl who'd been carved into pieces was their own sister—the one who loved pretty things and just wanted to be loved back.