Five Years After My Death, My Brother Still Demanded For My Apology

Five years after my death, my body was still lying unclaimed at the funeral home.

My best friend, Vera, had spent every last cent she had, but it was only enough to cover one more week of storage fees.

The staff told her that unless she purchased a burial plot, my body would have to be cremated.

Without a next of kin to sign the paperwork, they would dispose of my ashes themselves.

With no other choice, she called my brother.

“Ethan Cole, are you really going to abandon your own sister’s body for that girl you treat like family?”

He let out a cold laugh.