The Flayed Daughter, Forensic Father's Late Regret

My brother died in a plane crash while rushing home for my eighteenth birthday. His body was never found.

Every birthday after that, my parents dragged me to his memorial. They forced me to kneel in the dirt and beg for his forgiveness.

On the night of my eighteenth birthday, a man started following me in the shadows. I was terrified.

I sent a frantic text to my parents. My mother called back, but only to scream at me.

"You're just making up stories to avoid kneeling for your brother! Yo