CHAPTER 3: DEAD PEOPLE DON'T NEED IDENTITIES
The first thing you lose when you "die" isn't your freedom.
It's your identity.
(Author's Thought: Who knew being erased could feel so… literal?)
My phone line was disconnected.
My bank account froze.
My name stopped working.
Everywhere I went, I became a question mark.
I learned quickly: survival favors the quiet.
I washed plates. Cleaned rooms. Slept where I was told. I answered to a name that felt wrong in my mouth.
At night, I touched my face just to remind myself I still existed.
Sometimes I wondered if they were right to bury me.
Because the girl who trusted family blindly?
She was gone.
And the girl who replaced her?
She was learning.
(Author's Thought: Readers, you're about to meet a very patient ghost.)
End of Chapter 3 – Next chapter, she hears everything… literally.
