Lillian—no, Vivian Shelton—suddenly sat up from the bed, her chest heaving violently, her forehead covered in a fine cold sweat.
She had dreamed of it again.
She dreamed of that bowl of medicine mixed with her younger sister's ashes. She dreamed of the whistling wind in her ears as she leapt from the tall building, and the excruciating pain the moment her body slammed onto the ground...
Vivian took a few deep breaths, finally pulling herself away from the nightmare.
Two years ago, when she woke up in this body, she thought she had fallen into a hallucination just before her death.
The commotion of her falling out of bed alerted Mr. and Mrs. Shelton. The moment she saw them, the words "Mom, Dad" slipped from her lips.
They looked exactly like her own parents, who had passed away when
