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.

intact; I hadn't lost any arms or

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

spinning, and I felt a slight

staggered, taking slow, unsteady steps through the

Whitney, you must survive.

closer, I used the dim light

except for some cuts on the

they were just small

current situation was the best possible

her face and hoarsely whispered,

"Chloe..."

relief as

are you? Does your

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

but since she started using my heart, the compatibility between her body

most valuable thing I did before I died at least

you

had spent many years with Taylor, knowing the

next moment. "Mom and

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

I had already died once, and

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

ease and privilege, as

was undoubtedly deeper than the one they held for Whitney and

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

all, he was still part of the Carlyns and might

become the focal point of all

In contrast

Whitney's worry

the fate of the Sanders, what matters more

your body? Can you

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

a dark corner came a deep, male voice,

"Shouldn't they die?"

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

look and only then

how long he had been standing there. He had no presence, like