Reborn in a One-Way Ride
My breath hitched, my chest tightening as if my heart might break through it.
There was no time to think.
I grabbed Andrew's phone, woke the screen, and turned it toward them.
"Of course, he has a family. Look."
A small, bright photo filled the display, a family of three smiling at the camera. Andrew looked younger, enough to place it years back. The child stood out immediately, with his pale skin and white hair.
In my last life, I learned later that Andrew's son had a rare genetic condition. He couldn't afford treatment, and the boy died at six.