“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…

overhang of a massive, uprooted spruce tree. I clawed at dry pine needles and dead moss, building a fragile, insulated nest. My designer blazer became my only defense against hypothermia.

Thirst became a roaring fire in my throat. I tore the silk lining from my skirt, stretching it over a shallow depression in a rock to catch the morning dew.

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