Chapter 13

Memories from my past and present lives blurred together, leaving me feeling like I was walking on air.

After returning home, I hurried through my evening routine and collapsed into bed.

The soft blankets wrapped around me as I drifted into a heavy sleep.

The door to my room creaked open slightly.

Someone entered. It seemed like...

I found myself seeing the events that followed my death in my previous life.

After my mother and I died, Liam took care of everything.

He had us cremated, and our ashes were kept in two small urns that he placed in his home.

Liam seemed hollow, consumed by grief.

He handed over control of the company to his assistant, and day by day, he sat there, talking to my urn as if I could hear him.

Most of the time, he stared blankly at the urn, lost in thought.

But at night, when the world was quiet, he would press his face against it and silently cry, his sobs low and broken, like a wounded animal.

News of Vincent and Denise seizing the Young family’s assets j