“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 want to laugh hysterically, but my cracked ribs forbade it.

The paramedics were a blur of trauma shears and IV lines. As they strapped me onto the backboard, I caught a snippet of their radio chatter.

“Hey, isn’t this grid roughly where that missing CEO went down?” one medic shouted over the rotor wash.

“The one who fell taking photos? Nah, command continue reading …