Waking Up In The Reapers Bed
Language: en
I had never liked my boyfriend’s older brother. From the very first moment we met, he made no effort to hide his disdain, mocking my "pedestrian" background with a razor-sharp tongue. I swallowed my pride and endured his coldness, purely for the sake of the man I loved. I never expected a freak accident to hurl me ten years into the future. When I opened my eyes, a small boy—no older than five—approached me with a shy, tentative look in his eyes. He asked if I would come to his kindergarten’s "Family Field Day" tomorrow. Looking at that tiny face, which was a spitting image of my…