The Life She Stole
Language: en
My name is Chloe Sinclair. The year I turned twenty, I died. They held a funeral for me, erected a gravestone, and completely erased me from this world. Meanwhile, dressed in mourning attire, I stood before my own grave, listening as my father, Arthur Sinclair, and my mother, Evelyn Sinclair, said they had "nothing to say." Later, I lived again. Rising from the ashes of another corpse, shining in the ripples of the Seine, and in the fleeting instant a paintbrush pressed against the thin calluses on my palm once more. It took me over twenty years to realize one simple truth: in this world,…