GAMSAT Practice Test 2 Solutions | Purple Booklet

Three days after we buried my brother, he came back, sat on my bed, and begged me not to tell anyone the person who po!soned him. I know how it sounds. I know how crazy it feels writing this with my own hands. But God knows I didn’t imagine it. I didn’t dream of it. I was awake.That night, NEPA had taken light as usual. My room was silent. I was lying on my back, scrolling through old videos of my late brother-Chimdi on my phone, trying to hold myself together. Grief was beating me like a local