After 2 weeks, I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment drinking coffee when my phone rang.
The number was unfamiliar.
When I answered, an exhausted and furious woman's voice came through.
"Audrey! What do you want from us? Are you satisfied now that you've ruined my daughter?"
It was Emily's mother, Karen Mercer.
In my previous life, after I died from the cyberbullying Emily had started, Karen showed no remorse. She went on television and cried about the emotional trauma her daughter had suffered, using my death to generate another wave of attention.
"Ms. Mercer, I'm not sure what you're talking about," I said calmly. "Your daughter was bitten by the fur baby she adopted. I didn't force her to go anywhere near a sick dog."
"Stop pretending!" Karen screamed. "I
