Raising a Snake? Not Again
Peter stood behind them, silent, his overgrown hair shadowing his hollowed-out face.
"Ew, Phoebe, look at that guy! His eyes are creepy..."
A familiar, nosy voice.
Lily. Peter's wife from his past life.
Beside her, Phoebe wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, what's so interesting about a blind guy? Let me tell you, he—ahhh!"
History didn't just repeat. It flipped.
This time, Lily hit the ground in a pool of blood.
Peter lunged at Phoebe next, knife flashing, eyes burning with unhinged rage.
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