My Brother Promised to Save Me on Day 365,I Died on Day 364

He saw the whole yard strung with decorations, a ring of red lanterns hanging all around, and stopped dead in his tracks.

Daisy's father even stammered as he spoke:

"Conrad, this banquet today isn't being thrown for Thelma, is it?"

My brother kept nodding as he busied himself hanging the red silk:

"It's for Thelma. I couldn't make it back when she got married off, and it's weighed on me ever since."

"Thelma had her disabilities, so the cost of this banquet is something we, as her family, ought to pay back to the groom's side. Call it making up for the trouble we owe them."

The words were barely out before Daisy's father was shaking with rage. He flung the money down hard on the ground and turned to leave.

On his way out the gate, he didn't forget to curse:

"Everybody in this village knows exactly why Thelma ended up the way she did."

"Sure enough, you go to the city and come back heartless as a wolf, and then you turn around and help the Lawrences throw a wedding feast? Mark my words, lightning'll strike you down sooner or later!"

With that, Daisy and her family walked off into the distance.

Only Vera came chasing after, grabbing hold of Daisy, demanding to know the truth.

Daisy pointed toward the barren hills, tears spilling over:

"Thelma's dead. Gerard tormented her to death, plain and simple. Mother and child, both buried up there in that grave."

"You never came back to stand up for her. Fine, you shoved her into that pit of misery and washed your hands of it."

"But she's gone now. What are you doing helping the Lawrences make up for some wedding feast? There's no decency in this world that allows for that!"

Vera stumbled back into the yard. My brother was hunched over scrubbing a pot.

He was muttering, angry too:

"I don't know what's gotten into that family. If he won't take the money, then we'll find someone else to host the banquet!"

Vera was hemming and hawing, about to say something, when a clamor rose up behind her.

That sound — there was none I, Thelma, knew better.

"It's that pack of villains from the edge of the village! They've come to steal our things again!"

I hid behind my brother, but he rose with a smile to greet the guests.

At the head of them was Gerard.

Amid all the jeering from the crowd, he bowed and scraped before my brother, cringing, and called out, "Big brother."

My brother looked around for a long while, and when he didn't catch a glimpse of me, disappointment flickered in his eyes:

"Is Thelma sulking because I came back so late? Won't show her face?"

Gerard sensed that my brother knew nothing, and in an instant his whole face changed. With more and more villagers crowding in, he dragged Vera out the gate.

Afraid he'd hurt her, I hurried out after them.

Gerard's expression had turned ugly, and he stuck out his hand with malice in it.

"Where's the money you promised me every month?"

"You don't pay up, and I'll tell Conrad Matthews you're the Lawrence family's real daughter. See how you go on living the good life at his side then!"

I froze where I stood.

So it turned out Vera's own brother was this very Gerard, the one who tormented me day after day.

Vera slapped his hand away, disgust all over her face.

"You still have the nerve to ask for money?"

"Thelma's dead — a thing this huge — and you dared keep it from me?"

Gerard scratched his head, his face full of impatience.

"You only told me to marry her in and tie her down so she couldn't go to the city. You never said I couldn't sleep with her."

"Besides, she's the one who couldn't hold up. A couple of rolls in the sheets and she died in childbirth. Who knows, maybe somebody'd already worn her out before."

Vera was shaking with fury. Her hand flew up and cracked across his face:

"She was pregnant! How is that the same thing?"

That set Gerard off. He lunged and clamped a hand around Vera's throat, grinding the words out through his teeth:

"Other men's wives carry to term and come out just fine. What makes her so delicate? She got what she deserved!"

"And who even knows whose bastard she had in her belly. The two of them, alive, were nothing but dead weight!"

I cursed him with everything I had, screaming for him to let go, but it was all for nothing.