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."

comment threw me off. We weren't close, so why would he

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he saw right through me, like he knew something

is a good friend of mine. Could you run a psychological evaluation

"Go ahead to the treatment

"Alright."

felt as familiar as an old photograph. My fingers brushed the Newton's cradle on the desk, the clicking sound

been my sanctuary for almost 3 years. It carried an air of

came quietly. "Did you have

hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, I was here for a few years.

expression serious. "Since you came

head. "No, not

know exactly where the treatment room was? No one showed us, and yet you walked straight here. How can you know this place if you've never been here in this life?"

her words pointed. "If Dr. Zimmer is as observant as I think, he might

doorway, a voice broke the

his gaze impossible to

said evenly, "I'm going to begin the session with Ms. Sander now. Please wait in the Jounge. If you need anything, my assistant

course. Thank

calm, suppressing the panic clawing at my chest. As I turned to leave, I added, "By the way, where's

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"Got it."

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Whitney's shoulder gently before stepping back. Compared to her calm composure, I couldn't

bubble. Her instincts were sharper, more untamed, and she was always ready for whatever life threw

a small drink station, offering

glass of warm water and picked up

of manga. At first, I thought it was just

realized it, the pile of comics beside

The next issue was almost within reach, but the volume I

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

you," a

shifted as Sergio's chest brushed against my back. He reached

the

"Yeah, thanks," I replied.

creating some distance between us, and sank into

"Not great," he replied.

my nerves