Her Neglect, My Undying Haunted Soul

I was the biological daughter, yet my mother looked at me with disgust while worshipping my adopted sister, Carina.

When I vanished for two months, my mother laughed it off as a "tantrum" designed to ruin my grandmother's jubilee.

She only stopped laughing when the detective slammed a forensics report on the table.

"Your daughter didn't just die, Mrs. Fowler," the officer said, his voice cold. "She was buried alive by the elements. It took her three days to suffocate in that ravine."

My mother turned pale, stammering that she never got a call for help.