I Died for My Family's Lies—They Lost Everything

My dad didn't just go bankrupt—he racked up $30 million in loan shark debt.

To help him pay it off, I hauled bricks at a construction site by day and ran food deliveries by night. Three hours of sleep, if I was lucky.

That day, a typhoon hit. To save two bucks on a rain poncho rental, I delivered in the downpour.

It killed me. Cardiac arrest.

When my soul drifted back home, I saw everything.

Christopher Dickerson—the man creditors had supposedly chased to a rooftop ledge—was lounging on a genuine leather sofa, puffing a cigar. The house blazed with light.