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

seemed like only superficial injuries-some cuts from the broken glass, which explained the

and I felt a slight

slow, unsteady steps through

Whitney, you must survive.

got closer, I used the dim light outside to

obvious injuries, except for some cuts

they were just

situation was the best possible outcome in the

and hoarsely whispered, "Whitney, are

"Chloe..."

breathed a sigh of relief as I

are you? Does your

fine. You've been protecting me

undergone a heart transplant. The heart had a strong rejection reaction after surgery, but since she started using my heart, the compatibility

probably the most valuable thing I did

you been here

had spent many years with Taylor,

changing in the next moment. "Mom and Dad!"

saying it, I had already suspected this. The enemy had gone to such

died was that I had already died once, and Whitney had suffered for

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

a life of ease and privilege, as

than the one they held for

it wasn't just because of our family

all, he was still part of the Carlyns and might

Sander family members had become the focal point of

In contrast

Whitney's

the fate of the

"How's your body?

fine, but Mom and

corner came a deep, male

"Shouldn't they die?"

soft, devoid of any emotion-neither joy, anger, nor

to look and only then

dressed in all black, and I couldn't tell how long he had been standing there.