This Time, I'm Saving Myself
I accompany my husband, Michael Yates, to a stationed assignment on a remote island.
Out at sea, a sudden storm hits. The ship capsizes and begins to sink.
As the commanding officer, my husband gives the last life vest to his so-called godsister, Naomi Hollister.
I don't cry or scream. I just watch silently as he carefully fastens the straps around her body.
In my past life, I had clutched my pregnant belly and begged him for help. After a brief hesitation, he finally put the vest on me.
But Naomi was swept away by the waves, and her body later washed up on shore. Only half of it remained.
Michael insisted it wasn't my fault. He also said that saving me was his duty, both morally and professionally. He even took leave to stay by my side before I gave birth.
But when my water broke in the dead of night, he pushed me into the sea. His eyes were bloodshot and burning with hatred.
"Leah, if it weren't for you, Mimi would still be alive! Did you really have to force me to give you the vest when you were just pregnant? Couldn't you have waited a little longer? Why do you get to live? Go down there and die with her!"
I drown, and fish tear my body apart. I die without even a full corpse left behind.
And then, I open my eyes. I'm back on the day of the storm.