Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

I was terrified to wake up.

I was afraid that when I regained consciousness, I would once again become a spirit, watching my body being torn apart.

I also feared that I might not have any consciousness at all, unable to even take one last look at Carter, still not having had the chance to say goodbye.

Before regaining full awareness, searing pain overwhelmed me.

The moment I felt the pain, I was strangely relieved; if I could still feel pain, it meant I was alive, not just a wandering soul.

As long as I was alive, I still had a chance.

My head and body ached from the impacts, each part of me throbbing.

The images from before I lost consciousness resurfaced the sight of Zoey being discarded to the green belt, Harlan crawling toward her. She should be okay, right? What about Whitney? Was her heart okay?

I suddenly opened my eyes, and only then did I realize my current situation.

Whitney was not far from me, still unconscious.

I scanned the surroundings. We were locked in a water prison, but fortunately, the water level wasn't too high-just a shallow layer that hadn't even covered my feet. The ground was damp. The room was dark and musty, with only a small, square iron window.

Outside, it was pitch black; it had already turned night.

I listened carefully, hearing the sound of waves from afar.

I had a suspicion in my heart-was this the island that Yael once brought me to?

If the Carlyns were seeking revenge, they would definitely bring us to their burial ground.

Whitney's huge fish-tail wedding dress spread out on the ground, with diamonds scattered all over, glinting coldly in the darkness.

She was already slender and pale, resembling a stranded mermaid. Her entire form exuded a sense of fragility-beautiful, yet heartbreaking.

The dagger was scattered in the car.

I looked down and saw that the silver necklace around my neck was still there.

As long as the island didn't block signals, Carter would be able to detect my presence!

I propped myself up on the damp ground and struggled to stand up.

limbs were intact; I hadn't lost any arms or

from the broken glass,

felt a slight urge to vomit,

slow, unsteady steps

Whitney, you must survive.

I got closer, I used the dim light outside to examine

cuts on the back of her hand

were

reached their worst, the current situation was the best possible outcome

touched her face and hoarsely

"Chloe..."

relief

Does your heart

slowly opened her eyes. "Chloe, I'm fine. You've been protecting

heart had a strong rejection reaction after surgery, but since she started using my heart,

was probably the most valuable thing I did before I died at least

have you been here

had spent many years with Taylor, knowing the

next moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney grabbed my hand. "Chloe, something's wrong. Mom and Dad

to such great lengths to gather all of the Sanders together through Taylor,

was that I had already died

the sons were not very capable, they had lived a comfortable life under Grandma's protection for

lived a life of ease and privilege,

them was undoubtedly deeper than the one they held for

Whitney and me yet, it wasn't just because of our family ties, like Taylor's deep love for

he was still part of the

become the focal

In contrast

Whitney's

my response was starkly different. "Sorry, I can't empathize with you on this. As for the fate of the

your body?

and

came a deep, male

"Shouldn't they die?"

soft, devoid of any emotion-neither joy,

turned to look and only then saw the man in the

I couldn't tell how long he had