Even though she was later adopted by a wealthy family, she would still sneak into the orphanage during her weekends to bring me things.

Thanks to Grace, I had a happy childhood.

I swore that I would give her a better life and stay with her forever!

One day, I received news that she was going to get married.

I took a leave and rushed to Grace's city.

She told me that it was a family marriage and she couldn't she couldn't regardless of her adoptive parents' kindness for her own selfishness.

Besides, she consoled me that her future husband looked pretty good-looking and had a good reputation. She also said he would take us to the sea after their wedding.

I looked at my sister and realized that her beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity about marriage and affection for her future husband.

I compromised. I couldn't stop Grace from pursuing her own happiness.

After she got married, I never received any letters from her again while I was in the orphanage.

Only occasionally would I receive expensive gifts from her.

I felt a little sad that Grace stopped sending me a letter. Then, I comforted myself that she needed to focus on her family now.

After I entered university, I could visit her.

With this in mind, I packed my bags after the college entrance exam and waited for the admission letter. However, the first thing I received from the postman was Grace's death.

A young nurse in the hospital happened to receive my call when she was sorting out her belongings.

I rushed to the hospital overnight, only to see her body in the morgue.

Grace was lying on the bed, and her white dress stained with red blood. Her belly was bulged, and her entire body except for her face was covered with scars and bruises. Her skin had turned pale and stiff, and she stared in my direction with her pretty but hollow eyes.

I couldn't utter a word but only shed tears.

How could my sister become like this...

The young nurse looked at me sympathetically and handed Grace's belongings to me since I was her only relative she could contact.

Then, she left quietly and gave me a quiet space to unleash my feelings.

I hugged Grace and wailed for a while. After trying to calm down, I trembled and opened the bag of her thing. It was a mobile phone.

I turned it on.

After trying to unlock it with every family member's birthday, including Grace's, I still failed.