n's

o fight it, to hold on. But it's like trying to grasp wat

usand thoughts race through my mind. My son, my unborn babi

t now, thinking of him choosing her over his son's death and his unborn ba

It's almost peaceful, in a way. A release from the constant ache of a life spe

there is

ness, weightless, alone. I think this is the

ing behind my eyes. I gasp, feeling air rush back into my lungs. M

s cold gaze. But instead, I'm in my own bedroom, the familiar scent of

nancy

r on the bedside table catches my eye. My breath hitches. It can't be. The d

larity. Spring killing my Asher with Nancy, Travis blaming m

ack in time, before it all went wrong. Before my so

w can it be a dream? It's so vivid and pai

Another chance to get my r

my son and get revenge on everyone. They must face that

y by the ticking of the clock in the hallway. I close my e

tch ahead of me like a dark, winding road

me in one swift, cruel move. But not

step into the hallway, my steps

emories of my death, so vivid only moments ago, slowly fading into a dull ache. Spring's face floats in my mind-smiling, confi

e received. My gut had twisted then, the jealousy and insecurity eating at me,

door. I continue down the hallway to the small room we use for storage. Inside, boxes are stacked neatly against

in every picture, perfect as always. There's a photo of her graduation, a proud smile on her face, my paren

ocus, keeps me moving forward. But I can't let it control me. I need to be smart. This time I will not be the doormat for my family, Spr

to make sure Spring can't touch me or my son when she comes back. I'll gather evidence, make connections, and find allie

use him to protect myself. I know how to play the role of the perfect wife, the loving partner. I've

use feels different now, charged with a new energy. My heart is beating fast, but it

te woman who would do anything for love, but someone stronger, sharper. Someone who knows how