Chapter 8

Susanna's face twisted with rage. She raised her hand, ready to strike dad, but he did not flinch. His voice, though pained, was steady as he continued, "Seven years ago, when Matthew heard you were leaving, he tried to make it to the airport to see you one last time. But fate had other plans—a drunk driver in a speeding truck left him no way to escape."

I still remember the day I died. I had just found out about Susanna's flight details. Despite everything, I needed to see her one last time, just to catch a glimpse. I told myself I would not approach her and would not even let her see me. It was just for closure.

Fate had other plans, though. A truck lost control, smashing through the guardrail as it headed right for me. The pain hit like a freight train—my body felt like it was tearing apart, my organs rupturing. I knew it was the end.

In the hospital, as I lay dying with my parents by my side, I confessed the truth about the scheme York and I had concocted.

"If Susanna ever