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."

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saw right through me, like

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

"Go ahead to the treatment room. I'll join you

"Alright."

a room that felt as familiar as an old photograph. My fingers brushed the

had been my sanctuary for almost 3 years. It carried an air of safety, a place where I could let

quietly. "Did you

for a few years. Dr. Zimmer and I know each

her expression serious. "Since you came back... have you visited

head. "No,

walked straight

pointed. "If Dr. Zimmer is as

doorway, a voice broke the

impossible to read. The weight of his scrutiny bore

evenly, "I'm going to begin the session with Ms. Sander now.

Thank you,

suppressing the panic clawing at my chest. As I turned to leave, I added, "By

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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 shake the

Her instincts were sharper, more untamed, and she was always ready for whatever

had a small drink station, offering a variety

of warm water and picked up a comic

At first, I thought it was just for kids, something childish. But now,

it, the pile of comics beside

next issue was almost

volume. It was there, but the problem was, the next volume was

that for you," a familiar voice

against my back. He reached up and

this the

"Yeah, thanks," I replied.

stepped back, creating some distance between us, and sank into the couch. "How's

"Not great," he replied.

the comic in my hands, my nerves starting to