“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…

his features. Ashley turned around, annoyance flashing in her eyes at the intrusion.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Ashley asked, her tone dripping with polite condescension.

I reached up and pulled the tortoiseshell glasses from my face. I locked eyes with my sister.

“I’m the girl who survived the fall, Ash.”

Chapter 5: Crashing My Own Funeral

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