Two Lifetimes to Betray
Language: en
Memories from five years in the future rushed into my mind. I woke with a gasp, realizing I had been sent back in time. The despair of my past life was seared into my soul. Thomas's broken body, the toys on bloody asphalt, the twisted faces of that woman and her son. It all played like a nightmare. That day, I held a positive pregnancy test, waiting for Thomas. The police called instead. He was dead. At the crash scene, his hands still clutched small, expensive action figures. I was naive. I thought he had been rushing to buy a surprise for our baby. Guilt swallowed me. I hated myself for…