Brother, Do You Know The Remains In Your Hands Are Mine?

After I died, my body was handled by my brother, James Murphy, a forensic pathologist.

“The victim’s head is missing, and the body is severely decomposed, making it impossible to identify.”

After completing his work, James called Isabella Murphy, my adopted sister, to celebrate her promotion at the Prestigious Company. At the same time, he sent me a message:

[Megan Murphy, today is an important day for Isabella. You better be home on time!]

[If you’re late, don’t bother setting foot in the Murphy house ever again!]