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When I died, Heaven and Hell came for me at the same time. Heaven said I had saved countless lives. Hell opened my record. Arson. Theft. Violence. Ninety-nine crimes, each one signed with my name. The Judge turned the final page and asked, "Why did every blessing you earned end up with your family?" He dragged me through my own memories. At five, I confessed to hurting my sister so my parents would stop hitting me. At twelve, I gave up my scholarship so my family wouldn't hurt the stray cat I loved. At eighteen, I went to prison for a murder my brother committed. When I died, my family broadcast my funeral and asked the world to c0ndemn me. Every time someone called me a monster, another chain wrapped around my soul. They were using my death to feed their own fortune. The Judge finally broke the chains and brought them to trial. My mother fell to her knees and begged. "Nora, please forgive me. I can still be a real mother to you. Just give me one more chance." I looked at her and said, "I begged you to open that door when I was five. You never did. And I waited until I died." I had spent my whole life paying for a love I never received. I had paid enough. When I died, Heaven and Hell arrived at the same time to claim my soul. Heaven said I had saved countless lives—that my soul was overflowing with good deeds. Hell opened its record of my sins. Arson. Theft. Violence. Ninety-nine crimes in all, all bearing my name. The Judge of the Underworld turned the final page of my soul record, his face darkening line by line. "Kid, why did every blessing you earned end up with your family?" I said nothing. The Sinclairs were one of the most celebrated philanthropic families in the state. My father had been named Humanitarian of the Year. My mother was the public face of our foundation. All three of my brothers were young, brilliant, and successful. My little sister was their miracle child—the blessing they claimed had transformed the family’s fortunes. Only I was rotten. The
