Killed in Our Home, Reborn to Change Fate
They only knew me as Evelyn Summers, award-winning designer.
After an awards ceremony, I received a phone call from the prison.
A guard told me Gabriel was dying. Six months ago, he'd gotten into a fight, and someone had broken his spine, leaving him paralyzed. Now complications had set in, and the doctors said he only had days left.
His dying wish was to see me one last time, so I agreed to go.
When I saw Gabriel again, I barely recognized him. He lay in the infirmary bed, emaciated, a sour stench clinging to him. When he saw me enter, a flicker of life returned to his clouded eyes.
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