For Years, I Loved The Man Who Ruined Me

Mom had reached the final stage of kidney failure.

To save her, Dad poured out every last coin of his savings.

My brother didn’t hesitate; he gave up one of his kidneys without a second thought.

Even Grandma, frail with age, stayed by her side day and night, refusing to rest.

But on the day Mom was discharged from the hospital, she picked up a kitchen knife and slaughtered them all: Dad, my brother and Grandma.

I survived only because I lived on campus.

After the killings, Mom vanished without a trace.

No matter how hard the police searched, she was like a ghost, gone without a clue.