My sister let me freeze to death. Then she wore my engagement ring to the hospital.
Maya cut across my ski path deliberately. I know because she stood over me after I crashed and said it: "You always get everything, Kira. The restaurant. Dad's respect. Nathan. Not anymore."
Then she skied away.
I spent three days dying in the snow. Broken leg. Head trauma. Hypothermia.
I called for help fifteen times. Texted fifteen times. Maya had Mom's phone. She read every message and deleted it.
While I was freezing to death, she was at the hospital with minor bruises, playing the victim. Announcing her engagement to my fiancé Nathan. Wearing the ring he bought for me.
My family believed her lies. They always have.
When I was sixteen, a fire destroyed our family restaurant. They blamed me. I've been the scapegoat ever since.
When I was fourteen, I donated blood that saved Maya's life. She never told anyone. Let the family think she "fought through it alone."
Now I'm dead and they finally found my body.
The police are examining Maya's phone. Recovering the deleted messages. Reading my last words.
Some families realize their mistake too late. Mine is about to realize they loved the wrong daughter all along.
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