My Funeral Falls on My Mother's Death AnniversaryChapter 1
My birthday was on the same day as the death anniversary of my mother, Sarah Mitchell.
After Sarah died, I no longer celebrated my birthday.
When I was forced to call my father, George Jensen, the murderer had a gun to my head.
"Dad, today is my eighteenth birthday. Can you come and celebrate my birthday with me?"
However, George didn't notice anything unusual, and all that came through was an angry rant filled with hatred.
"You killed your mother, but you were shameless enough to ask me to celebrate your birthday. Why weren't you the one who died?"
I heard George celebrating his adopted the coming of age for his adopted daughter a second before the phone was hung up.
Later that night, numerous body parts were found in the trunk of the police car that had been sent for examination.
George was recalled overnight.
The body parts were pieced together by the forensic doctor for two days and nights.
George stayed up all night sorting through the clues, but he didn't realize that the person who died was none other than the daughter he hated the most.
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It was early in the morning when George arrived at the police station, and he asked for information with an anxious look on his face.
"Where was the body found? How long has she been dead?"
Looking at George's shirt with residue of the cake that he hadn't wiped off, the detective, Samuel Whitman, looked apologetic.
"We just found out that the police car was driven back in the afternoon. We contacted the man who delivered the car first, but he had long since been knocked out and thrown into the gutter, and the monitoring on the road happened to be serviced, so we had no clues at all.
"They just brought the body to the police station so blatantly, which was a great provocation to the authority of the police."
The murderer's arrogance became a thorn that stuck into everyone's heart.
George looked quite somber.
At that moment, Samuel said in a hushed voice, "I'm sorry to interrupt your birthday for Eleanor."
At the sound of my name, George's serious eyes showed strong disgust and hatred.
"Who would celebrate the birthday for a murderer? Don't mention her in front of me!"
I was floating in the air aside, feeling heartbroken to the point of numbness.
From the day Sarah died, I lost my father at the same time.
George had moved to another house and he had adopted a daughter.