After my sister returned from her fake death, my parents regretted their actions

My sister died in a bus terror attack, rushing back to celebrate my birthday with me.

In the days that followed, no matter how much I begged or repented, my parents were unmoved. They kicked me out.

On my eighteenth birthday, I went to visit my sister's grave and was kidnapped by a thug.

He made me call my parents and demand a huge ransom.

But they hung up the second they answered. A moment later, a text from my mom came through:

[You have the nerve to contact me! I hate you! I wish it had