After I Died, My Father Didn't Recognize My Body

When I was cruelly killed, Dad was celebrating his adopted daughter's admission to school.

He autopsied my body. He never recognized that it was me.

Grandma called him and begged him to find me. He looked disgusted.

"Why look for her? I'd rather she be dead!" he said.

He examined the body carefully. He determined that I had suffered multiple beatings and assaults before dying from hemorrhage caused by a miscarriage.

Clues found in my stomach led to another murder case.

He didn't know that the two people who died were his most hated wife and daughter.