Rage consumed me. I lunged at them, my fists flying, my screams filling the mall. But they fought back, and with one vicious shove, they sent me tumbling down the stairs. I felt my body break as I hit the ground, and felt life drain from me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer lying broken on the mall floor. I was back—back to the day before William’s accident, before my life unraveled into a nightmare.
I shot up in bed, drenched in cold sweat, my chest heaving. The other side of the bed was empty—William, who should’ve been next to me, was nowhere to be found. The familiar surroundings of our luxurious villa came into focus. My hands trembled as I ran barefoot to Emily’s room. I threw the door open, and there she was—safe, sound, still breathing.
I had been reborn.
But the memories of my death, the betrayal, and the loss of my daughter were all too real. The grief and anger were still raw, coursing through me like fire.