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Something smacks me in the face. The pain is a welcome surprise. That I can feel anything at all fills me with a sense of wonder.
I was never a believer in the afterlife, but I was apparently wrong. Something exists after death, or so it seems.
I open my eyes to even more confusion.
Why would there be an airbag in my face in the afterlife?
I’m suddenly fully alert.
Somehow, I’m back in Thomas’s car. Next to me, I see Thomas himself. He’s behind the wheel. He also has an airbag in his face, but he’s moving.
He’s alive.
“Ouch,” I hear a high-pitched voice from the back.
Hillary’s voice.
“You should’ve f*****g let me drive.” It’s Mira’s voice now. Sharp and annoyed, but unmistakably alive. The joy and relief that fills me is indescribable.
“Mira,” I almost yell. “You’re alive!”
