“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

you’re reading this, I kept my promise after all.**

I shook my head.

“No.”

Tears blurred the words.

“You’re dead. This can’t be real.”

For one horrible moment, I wondered whether someone was playing a cruel joke.

But how?

Nobody knew about the promise.

Nobody except Danny and me.

Then came three knocks at the front door.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

The note slipped from continue reading …