“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…

it Ashley.

To maintain my sanity, I reverted to the mindset of a CEO. I ran mental flowcharts. I inventoried my assets: half a bottle of collected rainwater, two diamond earrings (which I used to reflect sunlight and cut through tough fabric), and an ironclad will to destroy the people who put me here.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, the fever had continue reading …