Her Life for Mine
"If she doesn't drink it, your grandson's condition will not get better. Then, your granddaughter will return to this body. Go ahead and take your pick."
Mom snatched the glass from Grandma and forced the drink down my throat.
"Nothing matters more than Noah," she declared.
The number of young girls kept multiplying. In the middle of the night, all of them would cram into my room. They didn't speak or move—all they did was stare at me.
Some of their faces were blurry, while the others had pale or colorless faces. They didn't look like normal people. And yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd seen them before.
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