The old lawyer’s card was wedged between the pages of a forgotten notebook at the back of her father’s desk drawer, Lisa almost missed it, the corners were soft with age, the ink faded to a dull brown, yet the name still cut clear across the cream surface: Jonathan Merrick, Esq. – Confidential Estate Matters, she had never seen this card in her first life, or perhaps she had, and the poison had simply erased it.The moment her fingers closed around it, the headache began, it started behind her eyes, a dull throb that grew into a vicious pulse, each beat dragging her backward through time until the present room blurred and the past rushed in like floodwater, she staggered, one hand gripping the edge of the desk, the other pressed hard against her temple, the card felt hot against her skin, or maybe that was only the fever of memory.She saw the hospital suite again, cream walls, the scent of lilies fighting the sting of disinfectant, machines beeping out the weakening rhythm of her own
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