THREE MONTHS LATER… “Mommy, you’re so pweedy!!” Zara squeals for the umpteenth time tonight. “You look like a princess!” And just like all the previous times she’s said it, my cheeks flush and my heart dances with happiness. “Thank you so much, baby.” I scoop her into my arms and give us a little twirl, my grin widening at the sound of her high-pitched laughter. It’s been three months since my father-in-law tried to kill me. Three months since I was pronounced clinically dead. Three months since I slipped into darkness with no hope of ever waking up. If anyone had told me three months ago that I’d be alive today, laughing and playing with my daughters, surrounded by my family, I would never have believed them. Zeya, Gemini and Michael made sure to fill me in on everything that happened while I was unconscious. Till this day, I’m still moved to tears whenever anyone reminds me of how hard Silvan fought to get justice for me and so many other unfortunate victims of Henry’s madnes
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