“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…

stared at me in absolute horror. I looked like a butchered corpse that had refused to stay in its grave.

“My name is Miranda,” I choked out, blood on my teeth. “My sister and my husband pushed me out of a helicopter. You have to hide me.”

Chapter 3: Resurrected as Jane Doe

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