I Refused To Reunite With My Family
The impostor took his own life the day I married Cathy Jones.
By the second year of our marriage, we had turned against each other completely because of him.
She despised me because my return had driven Zac Lowe to his death.
And I despised her for longing after the man who had stolen my name for twenty years.
For a decade, we hurled the cruelest words and wished death upon each other until the earthquake came.
She shielded me under her body and used her back to bear the weight of the collapsing beam to keep me alive.
The ceiling fell. Blood and debris blurred together.
As her life slipped away, she whispered in my ear, “If I had known he would die, I would have never brought you home.
“If there’s another life, your only family should be me.”
In the end, I still died in the aftershock.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she first took me to meet my biological parents.
But she suddenly changed her mind. “Harry, I was wrong! You’re not the son the Lowe family lost twenty years ago.”