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.

all my limbs were intact; I hadn't lost

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

was spinning, and I felt a slight urge to vomit, likely from

taking slow, unsteady steps through the water, heading

Whitney, you must survive.

got closer, I used the dim light

obvious injuries, except for some cuts

were

situation was the best

and

"Chloe..."

sigh of relief

you? Does

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

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

valuable thing I did before I died at least

have you been

Taylor, knowing the

she said, her expression suddenly changing in the next moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney grabbed my hand.

had gone to such great lengths to gather all of the Sanders together through

hadn't died was that I had already died once, and Whitney had

of the sons were not

ease and privilege, as if it were their natural

hatred toward them was undoubtedly deeper than

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

of the

family members had become the

In contrast

Whitney's

different. "Sorry, I can't empathize with you on this. As for the fate

body?

but Mom and Dad... They're going to

corner came a deep, male voice, its age

"Shouldn't they die?"

was soft, devoid of any emotion-neither joy,

only then saw the man

black, and I couldn't tell how long he had