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.

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

injuries-some cuts from the broken glass, which explained

and I felt a slight urge to vomit, likely from

steps through the water, heading

Whitney, you must survive.

I used the dim

except for some cuts on the back

were just small

their worst, the current situation was the

her face and

"Chloe..."

finally breathed a sigh of relief as I heard

are you? Does

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

she started using my heart, the

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

you

spent many years with Taylor, knowing the Carlyns better

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

such great lengths to gather all of the Sanders

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

were not very capable, they had lived

of ease and privilege,

toward them was undoubtedly deeper than the one they held for Whitney

just because

was still part of the Carlyns and might care

Sander family members had become the focal point of all their

In contrast

Whitney's worry

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

"How's your body? Can you

but Mom and Dad... They're going

corner came a deep, male voice,

"Shouldn't they die?"

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

and only then saw the man in

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