A Will to Kill

When David mentioned his late mother, his voice choked with tears. He clearly felt deep sorrow.

However, he seemed to realize something.

He closed his eyes. "She was old. Her mind was failing. Maybe after Ivy died, she didn't want to live anymore. Alright, stop asking. This is the end of it!"

With that, David returned to his room. He never said another word about Ivy.

However, I couldn't stop thinking about that note. I wanted to know my sister's final words.

Linda felt the same.

Three days later, David got drunk and passed out on the bed.

Taking advantage of the situation, Linda found the note in his pocket. She opened it in a hurry.

Suddenly, she froze in place.

I saw my mother's expression change instantly. I felt anxious and asked, "Mom, what exactly did Ivy write?"

She didn't answer like I thought she would. It was like she'd been scared stiff. She just stood there, completely dazed.

I panicked and rushed forward, trying to grab the paper. However, my mother's reaction stunned me even more.

Her tears flowed down her cheeks, and she looked at me in confusion. Her eyes filled with emptiness and despair.

Then, she crumpled the paper and stuffed it into her mouth.

I was terrified and grabbed her arm. "Mom, what are you doing? Spit it out! Don't swallow it!"

No matter how I yelled, Linda still swallowed that paper.

She looked at me, tears glistening in her eyes. "Fiona, you must never find out what Ivy said before she died."

I stood there in shock. I didn't understand the power of the words Ivy left behind. Why was everyone's reaction so strange?

Martha even ended her life right after she read that sentence.

At that moment, I realized David had woken up and was staring at us.

He sighed, sounding helpless. Then, he suddenly laughed.

He looked at Linda with a dark gaze. "Linda, now you and I are both living in hell."

I fell apart inside. I had no idea why things turned out like this.

Just a month ago, I thought I was happy.

During summer break, I spent every day with Ivy at home. We watched TV, played games, or read comic books together.

My parents didn't just love each other. They loved us, too.

They had been married for 20 years. They never had a serious fight and showered me and Ivy with love.

Martha was old, but she never favored boys over girls. She was a gentle, kind grandmother. She would secretly buy us snacks or give us pocket money.

Usually, when my parents were busy with work, Martha would cook for us.

Not long ago, she was talking about making roast chicken for me and Ivy.

Yet, in a matter of days, everything changed.

Ivy killed herself, and Martha jumped, too.

David started drinking heavily, and Linda became strange.

I felt my world spin. Everything I knew collapsed.

Through my exhaustion, I couldn't stop wondering what Ivy's last words were.