She came here before.
Amara finds herself standing in front of a tree. A tree with slender branches and carnation leaves swaying softly to the wind's song. Something about it made her halt and admire its serenity.
If she was reborn as a tree, she wouldn't have to experience all this.
What? How long has it been since she allowed such thoughts to intrude? How long has it been since she looked back at the life she promised herself not to repeat? How long since she closed her eyes to Kana Matthews?
Amara falls to her feet. She sighs as her arms embrace her knees and her legs hide her face. Being reborn in this world isn't a walk in the park. She knew that. The moment she woke to her mother slapping her to the floor in their mansion at seven years old. The moment she was abducted. She kn
