I Died, My Sister Helped Me Catch the Murderer

When I was being abused, Jocelyn Collins, my sister, was playing Lego with Tristan Collins, my brother.

When I fell to death, Jocelyn was celebrating Tristan's birthday.

When I called her for help, she said, "Stop calling me all the time. How old are you? Can't you handle anything yourself?"

That night, Jocelyn was asked to analyze a case at the police station.

Jocelyn was the most famous criminal sketch artist in the city and had never failed in any case.

She painted all night long, but not a single one of them was my face.

Jocelyn, I was the one you hated the most.