Reviving Shadows: A Sister's Redemption

, my sister drowned

up, she had alrea

collectors came knocki

t she had racked up over

ght sight of someone I never expected to see again-my supposedl

thout it, the Griffiths never would

ll, got into her luxury car, and

s so furious that I collap

gain, I was back on the

If you hadn't dragged her to th

ore I could react, she lunged at me, yanki

to the ground

oom. My parents' faces twisted with hatred. And there

ter, got her killed! How do you still have the ne

hen, it hit me-I had been reborn. Back

d trying to save me. When I woke up,

when I found out my sister had been obsessed with lu

rents blamed me for taking their only biological daughter away.

ing I had. For thirty years, I suff

y "dead" sister, laughing a

had worn since childhood. Then, with m

er had stolen me as a baby and raised me as her own. But as I gre

e identity. At the same time, they bribed the hospital and funeral home to forge documents, all s

family had been schemin

of clarity, I m

d death? They wante

ke sure they got exactl

he hospital bed, grabbed my sis

the room fro

side. "Amanda Sarratt, have you lost your mind?

aunched myself at my sister again

o into the water? Why didn't you listen to me? Now that

intest twitch o

s cons

hard, and slapped her acros

m with both fear and anger. He was

ne, she can still feel pain when you hit he

think she feels pain? Do you have any idea how much pain I'm i

tretched arms. She shouted at me, "Amanda, have you lost your damn

the hallway started gathering outside

ter, and now her parents are turning on

don't they look

on darkened as the m

and handed it to me, trying to smooth things over. At the same time, he cas

hed the glass away, shooting me a loo

bing at my dry cheeks a

Wynne alone on her fi

glance with my mother

d death, I drank that water and blacked

time, I wouldn't be

ed outside, I call

al home's car to be waiting at the entr

id she would rather have her ashes scattered into the sea than b

was my duty to f

ed in the hearse, heading

, I sobbed as I urged

y sister's body and donate it, but I just want

ged my request and p

itching fingers. I spoke all the words I nev

nce you want to die so badly, I'll make sure your wish is granted. I know you can hear me right now. The drug hasn't ful

nd reached out, gently wiping them away. "Don't cry. Mom and Dad will be

inging incessan

g girl who had just lost my beloved sister. Answ

y down to fifteen. However, the crematorium was crowded, a

I picked up and put on a despera

n intact! We're not selling

turned to the staff, pleading wi

debt, and now her creditors are demanding her organs as p

people around us s

ulled out her death certi

want to preserve her di

missing a beat, I discreetl

ed up. Wynne's body was immediately w

s the incineration button, a franti

on't cre

he room, gasping for brea

dare you bring Wynne her

tion. "Mom, Wynne told me she wanted her as

lls

th rage. Her eyes burned wi

both me and the staff, and we

raight into the button. The next second, fla

A

the room, and all eyes turned to

ay from Wynne inside t

off by now. For a split second, I thought I saw he

snapped my at

with rage. "Why did you do that? Wynne is your

ders, forcing her to look at

bling slightly. my mother st

ely, "Look! Look at her! Wynne's mo

ong themselves, pointing

ppened at night, I'd swear she was coming back

she actually

've seen the death certificate-it's official. There's no mistake. Besides, this is an automated

blank. She crumpled to the f

, his voice turned sharp with anger. "Amanda, why didn't you answer our

on a pitiful expression, I said, "Dad, all I could think about was how you and Mom would cope

u killed my daughter!

, clawing at my feet, her v

fault. I was a terrible sister. But the swimming coach was rig

by guilt to notice these details. I simply wo

way the swimming pool

hadn't taken Wynne swimming, she wouldn't have died

the crowd sudd

mming pool? What's the coa

son goes to the swimming po

father in a panic. "Honey... is that true? That doesn

look on my father's fac

y one who hadn't been

the staged death,

He thought my mother couldn't keep her mou

he swimming pool's

ce was tight, a

er, "Wynne, rest in peace! Don't worry, we'll uncover the

ure you all re

, confirming she was truly gone. I let out a deep breath, as

ve a daught

es glared at me, filled

u owe Wynne

certificate and held

e swimming coach. Even if I'm not your biological daughter, you can't

from my hands and tore it to shreds