The Rest Is Light
The agony of the iron rod through my chest still lingered, and each breath felt like it tore me apart from the inside.
Just then, Rebecca Smith's voice, sweet and pleading, filled the room.
"Dad, I have someone else in my heart. Marrying him–I just can't do it."
In my previous life, I had fallen for her Oscar-worthy act and stepped in to take her place without a second thought. In this life, though, I refused to fall for it. I simply watched her perform, my lips pressed firmly in a tight line.