Killed by Her Thrift, Reborn for Revenge
Tears and snot streamed down her face as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor, her forehead quickly turned bruised and swollen.
"I'm begging you. I'll find a way to pay you back. I swear I will. Just let Dwight go!"
The two officers frowned but remained silent, their eyes fixed on me.
I looked down at the woman whom I had once cherished, trusted, and who had ultimately tried to take my life. I watched her, without a second thought, discard every shred of dignity for her brother.
In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine?
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