Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Nathalie drifted after Cameron into the bedroom.

Above the bed hung a portrait of Cameron and Nellie on their wedding day. The two of them stared into each other's eyes, so much tenderness and love between them that Nathalie almost didn't recognize Cameron. She'd never seen him look at anyone like that before.

She found herself staring at the photo, lost in a daze... For a moment, the Cameron in that picture almost convinced her he'd once loved her with all his heart.

Suddenly, Cameron let out a low, painful groan. Nathalie turned sharply to see him clutching his chest, his face twisted in agony as he crumpled to the floor, curling in on himself, groaning.

Kristina came running at the sound. One look at Cameron's condition and she nearly lost it, fumbling for her phone to call 911.

The ambulance arrived in no time, the whole house thrown into chaos. In the commotion, Nathalie slipped away to search the Dawson Estate, hoping to find any clue that might help her recover her memories.

But she wandered into the wrong room-Griffin's study. Thankfully, she was still invisible, so Griffin didn't notice her.

She overheard Griffin on the phone, sounding frantic: "Cameron's in trouble. I have to go with him to the hospital. There's no way I can make it home. Honey, you don't need to wait up tonight."

A woman's voice, sharp with anger, shot back, "But it's my birthday. Every other time I let things slide, but tonight you have to be with me. If you don't show up, I swear I'll jump. Tell me who's more important, your son or me?"

"Come on, baby, don't do this," Griffin pleaded.

“I'm not making a scene! After all these years, you still won't give me a proper place in your life, and you're never around. How is that fair to me?"

I swear I'll make it up to you

a next life, Griffin. I want you now. If you don't come, just be

ended

the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted. With a

had never felt so dramatic, so she trailed after him

and tried to make an excuse. "Honey, there's an emergency at work. I need to step out for a bit. Can you look

buying it. "No. Our son's life is

losing his wife this is temporary. Don't make it

for a reply, he stalked out, face set in

"If you

he seemed lighter on his feet

was quickly examined. It wasn't long before

no real cure yet. All we can do is try to

rigid and pale, her face frozen, lips moving but no words

aging?" Nathalie echoed, that terrible phrase rattling

could that be?" Kristina asked the doctor, her

doctor replied gently,

that after