“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…
Lying in the dirt, shivering violently as the Alaskan chill began to seep into my bones, an unfamiliar, terrifyingly calm voice resonated in my mind. If you die here, they win. They get the money. They get the house. They get away with it.
I refused to die. I would survive on sheer, concentrated spite.
