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

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

was spinning, and I felt a slight urge to

steps through the water, heading toward

Whitney, you must survive.

I used the dim

injuries, except for some cuts on the

were just small

things had reached their worst, the current situation was the best possible outcome in the

touched her face and hoarsely whispered, "Whitney, are

"Chloe..."

a sigh of relief as

Does

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

are hard to explain. Whitney had once undergone a heart transplant. The heart had a strong rejection reaction after surgery, but since she started using my heart, the compatibility

the most valuable thing I did before I died at least I protected

have you

years with Taylor, knowing the Carlyns better

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

her saying it, I had already suspected this. The enemy had gone to such great lengths to gather all of the Sanders together through Taylor, clearly intending

I hadn't died was that I had already died once, and Whitney had suffered for 20

not very capable, they had lived a comfortable

and privilege,

was undoubtedly deeper than the

me yet, it wasn't just because of our

the Carlyns and might care about

the

In contrast

you Whitney's worry

was starkly different. "Sorry, I can't empathize with you on this. As for the fate of the Sanders, what matters more to me

your body? Can

I'm fine, but Mom and

a dark corner came a deep, male voice, its

"Shouldn't they die?"

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

only then saw

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