In my previous life, when I was being attacked, Sophia, who was over seventy, had stood on the street holding a sign, arguing with people to protect me, and brought me back to her small courtyard.
Sophia had a stroke due to the stress, and despite being only two streets away from the hospital, the roads were blocked by online attackers, and she couldn't be saved.
"Natalie, why aren't you coming in?" Sophia took my hand.
"Oh dear, you're hurt?" Sophia immediately noticed the bruises on my arm and pulled out a first aid kit to tend to them.
I hadn't been at Sophia's place long when Joseph called, yelling at me the moment I answered and then ordering me to get back home.
I calmly finished cooking for Sophia, checked the time, and leisurely took a cab home.
When I returned, Joseph was sitting regally on the sofa, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand. It was a sign that he was furious.
The moment I set my bag down, Joseph stood up and hurled the wine glass at my head. The glass shattered on the floor, and warm blood trickled down my forehead.
He grabbed my hair, yanking me backward. I couldn't help but fall, my whole body hitting the ground as my head spun.