When the memory broke, I was back in the morgue.

Serena's phone rang.

The second she saw the caller ID, the tension in her face melted into something soft.

"Evan? What is it, sweetheart? Missing me already?"

I didn't need to hear his side to know he was pouting in that spoiled, honey-sweet voice that always got him what he wanted.

"Don't forget to stop by St. Mary's and collect Adrian," he said through the speaker. "And I've made up my mind. Catherine's not happening. I still don't trust her, so have him clean this up properly. No loose ends. And about my thesis? You have to handle that. He stole my structure and data, and my advisor still keeps taking his side. Make Adrian admit it to my face, or I swear I'm never getting over it."

That paper had been mine from the first citation to the last line of methodology. I had built it on sleepless nights and bad coffee. Evan stole my drafts, then cried theft first.

Serena never questioned him.

"All right," she said without hesitation. "I'll take care of it. You stay at the manor, don't go anywhere alone, and text me before you leave the house."

She doted on him for another minute before hanging up.

Then she took off her mask, and the softness vanished.

Miles was still standing nearby, frowning. "I'm serious, Serena. Something feels off. Adrian's been missing for days. I called him again. Nothing."

He hesitated. "Maybe you should try. He'd probably pick up for you."

Serena didn't even think about it.

"I don't have time."

She tossed the words out flat and cold. "He loves attention. Odds are he's sulking somewhere because things didn't go his way. I have a homicide on my table. I am not chasing after Adrian's drama."

Miles looked like he wanted to argue, but thought better of it.

Serena walked back into the autopsy room and started a second examination of my body.

Usually, her hands were steady. This time, when she lifted my left wrist, she froze.

My breath caught with hers.

On the inside of that wrist was a pale crescent scar.

We were children when it happened. Lost in the mountains. I cut myself on a branch, and Serena tore up her little handkerchief to bandage me. She carried me half the way home, crying harder than I was. Back then, she was still soft with me. Back then, she still felt like my sister.

That scar was the one proof I had left that once, a long time ago, she had loved me.

Please, I thought.

Look at it.

Please recognize me.

Her phone rang again.

This time, it was Aunt May.

"Serena, honey, is Adrian with you? He hasn't answered me in days, and I'm starting to worry."

After our parents died, Aunt May was the only one who still slipped me hot meals, folded bills, and quiet kindness when no one was looking.

Serena only frowned.

"Aunt May, spare me. Adrian’s been out of line for a while now. He doesn’t respect anybody."

There was a pause on the other end, then Aunt May said gently, "You two are brother and sister. Talk to him instead of fighting. That boy knows your stomach acts up. He went and got certified in nutrition just so he could cook things you could actually eat. Evan may live there, but Adrian is your brother—"

"Enough."

Serena cut her off so sharply even I flinched.

"Do not compare Adrian to Evan. Adrian is manipulative. He lies. And now he's pulling another disappearing act. I don't have time for it."

She hung up.

Then, with one impatient glance at my wrist, she peeled off her gloves and stepped away from the table.

That was it. She didn’t recognize me.

Noise erupted outside.

A boy who looked like he couldn't be more than seventeen stumbled into the medical examiner's office, eyes red, face wet with tears.

"Please," he said, voice shaking. "Please help me find my brother. He's been gone for two days. I can't reach him."

Serena's whole expression changed. She stepped forward at once, calm and professional.

"Take a breath," she told him. "Start from the beginning."

He said his brother was all he had. Said his brother worked out of town, and he would never vanish without calling.

I stood there listening, something twisting painfully inside me.

His brother had been missing for two days, and he was frantic.

I'd been gone for four.

My sister thought I was pulling another stunt.

In the end, Serena took the boy to file a report.

She chose her words carefully when she told him the office had just received an unidentified young male victim and that, if he wanted, they could begin basic identification procedures.

For a second, it looked like his legs might give out entirely.

Then his phone rang.

A young man's voice burst through the speaker, bright and annoyed. "Where are you? I came back from out of state to surprise you, and the house is empty."

The boy stared, then let out a broken laugh-sob. "Jesus, you scared the hell out of me."

A few minutes later, he was apologizing over and over and sprinting back out the door.

The whole office exhaled in relief.

Only I felt emptier than before.

Two days passed. The field investigators came back one by one, and none of them had anything useful.

Miles's expression darkened by the hour. Finally, he cornered Serena again. "I still think something's wrong with Adrian. He wouldn't just vanish this long for no reason."

Serena had already been in a foul mood because the case was going nowhere. Hearing my name only made it worse.

"I said he's fine."

She grabbed her coat. "And I'm not spending all night on this. I still have to get back to Blackwood in time for Evan's graduation dinner. Adrian can do whatever he wants. I don't care."

Miles's jaw tightened. "He could actually be in trouble."

"If he is, he probably brought it on himself."

Then she walked away.

I stayed where I was, staring after her, my eyes burning.

Even Miles knew this wasn't normal.

Why was the only person who couldn't see it the one who was supposed to know me best?

She had barely reached the door when her phone rang again.

My thesis advisor.

"Hello, is this Adrian Hart's sister? I'm calling because we still haven't resolved the authorship dispute on his graduation paper, and we've been unable to contact him—"

"I don't know where he is."

Serena cut him off without missing a beat.

"And frankly, whether he's dead or alive is not my problem. Stop calling me."

She ended the call, face set like stone, then sent me a text.

[Adrian, have you had enough yet?]

[If you don't show up at Evan's graduation dinner, I'll kill you myself.]

I stared at the message and felt cold all the way through.

I'm not refusing to show up.

I'm lying in the room next to yours, and I can't get up anymore.

That evening, Evan arrived at the morgue carrying an insulated lunch bag that probably cost more than my monthly rent used to.

"I was worried you hadn't eaten," he said. "So I brought soup. And your favorite sandwiches."

Serena's eyes softened instantly. She reached up and smoothed his hair like he was still a child.

"You're the only one who ever thinks of me."

Then, with a bitter little laugh, she added, "Unlike Adrian. He only knows how to make my life harder."

Evan lowered his lashes. "Actually... I ran into Adrian on the way here."

Serena's whole body sharpened. "Where?"

"I tried to say hello, but he got angry the second he saw me. He shoved me."

Evan lifted the hem of his trousers just enough to show the reddened skin at his knee.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver pendant.

"He threw this at me too. Said he's done with all of us."

Serena's face turned cold.

But the second Miles saw the pendant, something in his expression changed.

"You said Adrian gave you that?" he asked, voice suddenly serious.

Evan flinched like he'd been accused of something unfair and stepped closer to Serena.

She was already angry. "Miles, I told you he's fine. And now he's putting his hands on Evan? I swear to God, I—"

"That's impossible." Miles cut her off. "This is a silver Saint Christopher medal. It was Adrian's mother's. The last thing she ever left him. He never took it off. Not for showers, not for anything. He would not just throw it away."

Serena pulled out her phone and dialed my number.

Then someone picked up, Serena snapped, "Adrian, get your ass to the examiner's office right now. If you laid a hand on Evan, I swear—"

But the voice that came back wasn't mine.

"Dr. Hart? This is the dockside crime scene unit."

"We found a phone at the primary scene. It belongs to Adrian Hart."

"We believe he may have been murdered."