Sold and Forgotten by My Own Family

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed.

It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss.

My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.”

My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already.