I felt a little sad that Grace stopped sending me a letter. Then, I comforted myself that she needed to focus on her family now.
After I entered university, I could visit her.
With this in mind, I packed my bags after the college entrance exam and waited for the admission letter. However, the first thing I received from the postman was Grace's death.
A young nurse in the hospital happened to receive my call when she was sorting out her belongings.
I rushed to the hospital overnight, only to see her body in the morgue.
Grace was lying on the bed, and her white dress stained with red blood. Her belly was bulged, and her entire body except for her face was covered with scars and bruises. Her skin had turned pale and stiff, and she stared in my direction with her pretty but hollow eyes.
I couldn't utter a word but only shed tears.
How could my sister become like this...
The young nurse looked at me sympathetically and handed Grace's belongings to me since I was her only relative she could contact.
Then, she left quietly and gave me a quiet space to unleash my feelings.