(Angela’s POV)
My hands trembled as I scrolled deeper into the message. The screen’s glow stared back at me, each line dragging the air from my lungs like I’d sprinted through a marathon I didn’t see coming.
Angela, before I explain everything, I need you to assure me of something—not out loud, just in your heart. Promise me you won’t let the words you are about to hear drown you.
I reclined back in my chair, pulse beating rapidly beneath my skin. My thumb hovered, then slid downward.
What you saw in that hospital room—it happened. I did die.
But not in the way you understand it. But for all intents and purposes, I ceased to exist that very day.
Three years ago, your late father and I uncovered something. It started with a land bid. A series of odd discrepancies in the acquisition do
