Her Cold Mother, His Bloody Betrayal

t my brother Ethan' s jolt and the dark red staining his whit

I didn' t help him, didn' t scream his name. I just r

sobbed. Her reply, cold: "Stop being so dramatic, Chloe. I' m busy getting my nails done with

nk. When he was pronounced dead, her world shattered. She lunged at me, screaming. "You did this! You just watched him die!

save Ethan would only lead to my own death, blamed, hated, destroyed by a family that was never

that broken life behind. Let them live with their choices. I

, but to reveal their monstrous truth. Heading to the hospital, I wasn't a grie