My sister leaves some last words before committing suicide, and everyone who sees those words die.

My grandmother is the first to go, and then my father. In the end, even my mother jumps off a 30-story building.

The reporters fall over themselves trying to score an interview with me, and the police interrogate me. Countless people want to know what my sister's last words are.

However, I keep my silence until my sister's tenth death anniversary. I see a figure before her grave, and I'm agitated beyond imagination.

I know it's time for death to take me.

My younger sister, Ivy White, died the day before the new semester started.

She jumped from the 16th floor of Redwood Heights, where our family lived.

She didn't bleed much, her head twisted to one side. Her body was curled in a pool of blood.

It was eerie that her face wore a smile.

When people saw the expression on Ivy's face, they all gasped.

She was so young, yet her smile looked unnaturally sinister and cruel.

It gave everyone goosebumps.

My mother, Linda Madison, broke down and cried. My father, David White, who had stood tall all his life, suddenly slumped. He silently smoked one cigarette after another.

The police comforted us while following procedures. "If there's a suicide note, we can close this as a suicide."

So, all of us began searching Ivy's room, trying to find a note.

My grandmother, Martha Haggard, was the first to discover it.

There was only one sentence in that note.

Martha held the paper in her hand, looking stunned. Then, she suddenly cried out, "Ivy... Oh, Ivy..."

Her reaction confused us. David stepped forward and urged her. "Mom, what was Ivy's final message?"

Martha gave us a long look. Then, she dropped the paper without hesitation.

Before anyone could react, she opened the window and jumped out.

Blood splattered everywhere. Martha's body lay next to Ivy's.

Martha's expression also had a faint smile.

After Martha died, David picked up Ivy's note with trembling hands.

When he finished reading, his face instantly turned pale.

After that, he hid the paper in his pocket and refused to show it to anyone.

No matter how the police asked, David stayed silent.

When Ivy and Martha's funeral was over, we returned home exhausted.

Linda's eyes were red and swollen. She cried as she asked, "What was Ivy's final message? Why did your mother kill herself after reading it?"

David stayed quiet. He finished his last drag of a cigarette. He looked like he'd aged decades.

"Stop asking. From now on, pretend this never happened, and no one is allowed to mention Ivy."

Linda had nearly run out of tears to cry. Her voice was hoarse, yet she questioned him again. "Ivy was my daughter, too! Am I not allowed to know what she left behind?

"David, if you act like this, Ivy will hate you!"

I also thought my father was going too far.

"Dad, no matter what, we are her family. We have the right to know Ivy's last words. Besides, Grandma jumped to her death right after reading them..."

I was full of confusion.

However, before I could finish, David cut me off harshly.

He slammed his fist into the wall with bloodshot eyes. He said firmly, "I already said that note didn't say anything. You don't need to know. As for your grandma..."

When David mentioned his late mother, his voice choked with tears. He clearly felt deep sorrow.

However, he seemed to realize something.

He closed his eyes. "She was old. Her mind was failing. Maybe after Ivy died, she didn't want to live anymore. Alright, stop asking. This is the end of it!"

With that, David returned to his room. He never said another word about Ivy.

However, I couldn't stop thinking about that note. I wanted to know my sister's final words.

Linda felt the same.

Three days later, David got drunk and passed out on the bed.

Taking advantage of the situation, Linda found the note in his pocket. She opened it in a hurry.

Suddenly, she froze in place.

I saw my mother's expression change instantly. I felt anxious and asked, "Mom, what exactly did Ivy write?"

She didn't answer like I thought she would. It was like she'd been scared stiff. She just stood there, completely dazed.

I panicked and rushed forward, trying to grab the paper. However, my mother's reaction stunned me even more.

Her tears flowed down her cheeks, and she looked at me in confusion. Her eyes filled with emptiness and despair.

Then, she crumpled the paper and stuffed it into her mouth.

I was terrified and grabbed her arm. "Mom, what are you doing? Spit it out! Don't swallow it!"

No matter how I yelled, Linda still swallowed that paper.

She looked at me, tears glistening in her eyes. "Fiona, you must never find out what Ivy said before she died."

I stood there in shock. I didn't understand the power of the words Ivy left behind. Why was everyone's reaction so strange?

Martha even ended her life right after she read that sentence.

At that moment, I realized David had woken up and was staring at us.

He sighed, sounding helpless. Then, he suddenly laughed.

He looked at Linda with a dark gaze. "Linda, now you and I are both living in hell."

I fell apart inside. I had no idea why things turned out like this.

Just a month ago, I thought I was happy.

During summer break, I spent every day with Ivy at home. We watched TV, played games, or read comic books together.

My parents didn't just love each other. They loved us, too.

They had been married for 20 years. They never had a serious fight and showered me and Ivy with love.

Martha was old, but she never favored boys over girls. She was a gentle, kind grandmother. She would secretly buy us snacks or give us pocket money.

Usually, when my parents were busy with work, Martha would cook for us.

Not long ago, she was talking about making roast chicken for me and Ivy.

Yet, in a matter of days, everything changed.

Ivy killed herself, and Martha jumped, too.

David started drinking heavily, and Linda became strange.

I felt my world spin. Everything I knew collapsed.

Through my exhaustion, I couldn't stop wondering what Ivy's last words were.

The next day, the police came to our door again.

My parents weren't home, so I greeted the police and let them in.

An officer asked, "Did your sister have any suicidal thoughts recently, like failing exams, fighting with your parents, or heartbreak?"

I racked my brain for a long time and finally shook my head.

Ivy had always been top of her class. She got perfect scores on every final exam.

She was obedient, and my parents cared for her. They never scolded her. They had no reason to.

As for heartbreak, that was impossible. Ivy was only in seventh grade. She didn't have a boyfriend.

The police couldn't figure it out, so they tried a different approach.

"What about your grandmother? Did she show any intention of ending her life lately? The moment she saw Ivy's note, she jumped. So what exactly did Ivy write?"

When I heard them mention my grandmother, tears streamed down my face.

I was sad about Ivy, but Martha's death affected me more. After all, I watched her jump in front of me.

I cried so hard that I could barely speak.

Seeing my state, the police ended the investigation. They concluded that Ivy was overwhelmed by academic pressure.

However, they had just left our home when they hurried back.

Their captain, James Miller, looked at me with hesitation.

He stayed silent for a long time, then spoke in a raspy voice. "Please don't be too upset. We just got the news that your father jumped into the river."

My face paled on the spot. My body shook uncontrollably.

The police took me to the riverbank. The white tape had already been set up.

Crowds watched as the police led me inside. They started whispering.

"That's the daughter of the man who just died, isn't it? She looks just like him."

"What could have driven him to this, leaving his daughter behind?"

"I heard his other daughter ended her life, so he couldn't bear it anymore and jumped in too!"

"His daughter was gone, but he still had another one. How could he abandon her?"

Their words made my heart sink.

I never would have believed my father, who was always afraid of water, would choose to end his life in the river.

An officer patted my shoulder and handed me a phone. It showed a video taken by onlookers.

I saw my father drive up to the riverbank. He calmly got out of the car, ran to the edge of the bridge, and jumped.

In the video, he was decisive. He didn't hesitate for even a second.

The rushing water swallowed him at once.

Watching the last moments of my father, I covered my mouth and sobbed.

I knew David couldn't swim and was terrified of water.

Jumping into that raging river meant certain death, with no chance of survival.

I covered my mouth, crying.

In just a few days, I had lost my sister, my grandmother, and now my father.

I collapsed to the ground in despair, unable to understand why this was happening.

James looked at me gravely. "Fiona, I know you're hurting, but you have to pull yourself together. From the clues we have, Ivy's last note is the key. You need to tell us what it said."

I was on the verge of breaking down. I grabbed my head and screamed. "I don't know! I really don't know!"

If I could, I'd do anything to find out what Ivy wrote.

Why did my father and grandmother both kill themselves after reading it?

Right then, Linda arrived in a hurry.

She accepted David's suicide very calmly, showing no emotion.

She stood at the riverbank and answered the police's question.