My Second Chance to Save My Sister

When Mom had my baby sister, Jocelyn Hanson, she'd reserved every room on an entire floor of a private hospital for the delivery.

Dad kept me with him at Mom's bedside, pacing the room in a panic whenever she cried out in pain.

Mom announced right then and there that once Jocelyn was born, she'd put it in writing that half her assets would go to me and half to Jocelyn. She'd never play favorites.

She had no idea someone else in the room was listening.

Mike Sutton, the young, handsome nurse, heard every word, and his eyes lit up.

In my previous life, everything happened the day after Jocelyn was born.

Mom was resting in bed. Dad had stayed up all night beside her with me in his arms and was exhausted. After a quick word with Mom, he went downstairs for coffee.

That was when Mike walked in.

He said it was time to feed Jocelyn and offered to take her next door so Mom could rest.

Back then, I didn't know any better, and Mom didn't think anything of it. She thought Mike was simply being thoughtful and handed Jocelyn over without a second thought.

We never saw either of them again.

Mom never forgave herself. Less than a month after giving birth, she fell into a deep depression and took her own life.

Dad couldn't handle what had happened. He left me with Grandma, then took his own life too.

Losing her daughter so late in life devastated Grandma. Before long, she became confused and forgetful.

After Mom and Dad died one after the other, I shut myself off from the world. When I was five, I fell from the balcony because my nanny wasn't watching me.

Even as I lay dying, I was still thinking about Mom, Dad, and Jocelyn.

Then I got a second chance. I was three years old again, back on the day after Jocelyn was born.

I looked at Mom and Dad's happy faces, then at newborn Jocelyn, and clenched my little fists.

This time, I wasn't going to let him win!

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and scooted closer to Jocelyn, who was swaddled in a blanket.

Mom laughed and ruffled my hair. "Look at you, Ivan. You really love your little sister, don't you?"

Just then, Mike pushed open the door and came in.

"Ms. Hanson, it's time to feed the baby. I'll take her next door."

He gave a gentle smile. The soft hospital lights caught on his crisp nurse's uniform, making him look completely harmless. If I didn't remember my previous life, I never would have suspected a thing.

The medication still hadn't worn off, and Mom was exhausted. Her eyes were already drifting shut.

She didn't think twice. "Thank you. I really appreciate—"

"Don't touch Jocelyn!" I shouted.

Mom snapped awake.

Mike's face tightened for a split second. Then he seemed to realize something, and his smile returned.

"You just don't want your little sister to go, do you?"