Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

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The realization struck me hard-my death was only a minuscule thread in a vast intricate web-too small to stir even the faintest ripple.

In the unseen corners of the world, countless others shared my misfortune. Their ends were as inconspicuous as stray animals struck by passing cars, unnoticed and unremembered.

Millions vanished across the nation every year, and those were just the cases officially reported. How many more disappeared in silence, their absence unacknowledged? Where did they all go?

I didn't let my thoughts wander too far down that road.

Carter wrapped his arms around me, his voice steady and grounding. "Chloe, you're not a god. You can't save everyone. People have their paths, their destinies."

"I know, Carter. I do," I said, though my voice wavered.

But it wasn't so easy to let go. I could feel the burden pressing down on me. I had been given another chance-a life reclaimed, a man who loved me, moments filled with joy. Yet for so many, death was final. They were erased, leaving no trace of their existence. "It's late," Carter said, his hand resting on my back. "If not for yourself, rest for the baby. Think about our family, not the whole world."

I nodded, though the heaviness lingered. "Okay. Goodnight."

I clutched his shirt, holding on tightly as if it could anchor me. Silently, I prayed for Taylor.

If he could root out the darkness behind all of this, it might just bring some balance to the chaos.

The next morning, Alisa left early for her prenatal checkup.

I took Whitney to see Sergio.

It wasn't just a performance; she genuinely needed help

It had been nearly half a year since I last saw him, but Sergio accepted the appointment without hesitation.

When we stepped into his office, it felt as though time had stood still. Everything looked exactly as I remembered. Even the potted plant on his desk sat in the same spot, its leaves positioned identically.

Sergio's precision was no surprise. His obsession with cleanliness and order had been evident during my own therapy sessions. I knew his routines as well as my own.

"Ms. Garder-or should I say Mrs. Bolton now?"

Sergio greeted me with a composed expression, the light catching on his silver-rimmed glasses. His tone was polite, measured, and calm, just as it had always been. "It's been a while. You still look exactly the same," I said, keeping my tone light.

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He adjusted his glasses, his face calm. "The same? We've only met once for a short while."

I almost stumbled but quickly recovered. "I meant that necting 6 months ago."

He examined me carefully, his gaze unwavering. "You, however, seem to have changed a lot."

me off. We weren't close, so

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saw right through me, like

conversation away, I gestured toward Whitney. "This is a good friend of mine. Could

nodded without hesitation. "Go ahead to the treatment room. I'll

"Alright."

hall with practiced ease, entering a room that felt as familiar as an old photograph. My fingers brushed the Newton's cradle

carried an air of safety, a place where I could

came quietly. "Did you have an illness

"Yeah, I was here for a few years. Dr. Zimmer and I know each other well.

off, her expression serious. "Since you

my head. "No, not

knife. "Then how did you know exactly where the treatment room was? No one showed us, and yet you walked straight here. How can you

words pointed. "If Dr. Zimmer is as observant as

the doorway, a voice

to see Sergio standing there, his gaze impossible

the session with Ms. Sander now. Please wait in the Jounge. If

course. Thank you, Dr.

the panic clawing at my chest. As I turned

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shoulder gently before stepping back. Compared to her calm composure, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was

bubble. Her

had a small drink station, offering a variety of

of warm water and picked up a

gotten pulled into the world of manga. At first, I thought it was just for kids,

of

find out. The next issue was

and tried to look for the next volume. It was there, but the problem was, the next volume was right on the topmost shelf.

a familiar voice said from behind

felt the air shifted as Sergio's chest brushed against my back. He reached up

this the one?" he

"Yeah, thanks," I replied.

stepped back, creating some distance between us,

"Not great," he replied.

comic in my hands, my nerves