The Price of Collision
After our class reunion, my best friend naturally expected me to play chauffeur and drive everyone home.
I agreed. However, halfway down the road, a limited-edition luxury car slammed into the back of my car.
The owner, who claimed to be a wealthy businessman from overseas, waved off the idea of filing an insurance claim. He said the crash was fate, and with a grand gesture, handed the luxury car over to me on the spot.
From that day on, I drove the million-dollar luxury car every day, until jealousy consumed my best friend. She secretly sabotaged my car, and it ended with my death in a fiery wreck.
My boyfriend turned on me, insisting I had simply fallen asleep at the wheel.
My parents, unable to bear the shock, both died of heart attacks.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the reunion.