The Million-Dollar Corpse Returns

After barely escaping a human trafficking syndicate in Southeast Asia, I dragged myself through hell to get home.

The moment I pushed open the front door, I walked straight into a celebratory party thrown by my parents and older brother.

Everyone inside was laughing, drinking, and arguing over how to blow through my life insurance payout.

My brother stood on a chair, thoroughly sloshed, slurring into a microphone:

"Maya’s officially declared dead! The insurance company wired a cool million!"