fter my parents supposedly died in a car crash, working three jobs to raise my little brother, A
lked my "dead" parents, David and Mary Miller, alive, well, and wealthier than ever
heir deaths to escape debt, planning to reclaim their "brilliant son" once he was successful. When I pleaded with Alex, the boy I'
, on the day of my parents' fake funeral, eighteen years old again. It was all a lie. Th
Why were they so cruel? What kind of parents would do this? But this time, I wouldn