Kira’s POV
Nightmare.
The day I died.
It never plays out the same. My brain kept remixing it, making it worse every time, like it’s punishing me for surviving…or for not seeing it coming.
First version…the one that felt almost real.
I’m standing on the roof of the Summers Group skyscraper, wind tugging at my dress as the skyline lights up below. Downstairs, the board just voted me in as the youngest CEO ever. Mom’s legacy…everything she built was now within my reach. I’m up here celebrating with what’s left of my family… Dad, Miranda, and Evelyn, Miranda’s mom, my mom's secretary who helped raise me after Mom passed.
Champagne fizzles in our glasses. Dad pulls me into a hug, whispering how proud Mom would be.
Miranda squeals and clinks her glass against mine, eyes shining. Evelyn s
