“You’ve always been in the way,” my sister whispered, shoving me out of the chopper while my husband watched, silent and complicit for the $5M payout. Everyone thought I was dead. But when I pushed open the church doors during my funeral service, my husband went pale. I locked eyes with him and said…

me. I didn’t see my life flash before my eyes; I only saw Ashley’s flat, dead stare as she reached to pull the cabin door shut.

I didn’t hit the stone ridge. The wind and my own chaotic tumbling dragged me toward the tree line. I crashed through the upper canopy of a dense, ancient pine forest. Thick branches whipped and tore at my flesh, each violent continue reading …