The moment the door clicked shut behind her, whatever light remained in my eyes flickered out completely.
Nathan had money–more than enough to buy Trinity two new kidneys.
I let my eyes drift shut, surrendering to the endless dark.
When I opened them again, I saw a body I was very familiar with. She was lying on the floor, curled up, her face pale and lifeless.
I crouched down, reaching out to touch myself, but my hand passed right through. I tried to grab the phone, then the bed.
Nothing.
That was when I finally understood.
I was dead.
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Chapter 6
+25 BONUS
A gust of wind blew through, sweeping me away. Before I knew it, I had drifted to Nathan’s side.
He sat at Trinity’s hospital bed, carefully spooning porridge to her lips. Mom stood beside them, watching with warmth and approval in her eyes. The cozy, picturesque scene stung me deeper than my own death.
Nathan’s assistant, Jake Wells, walked in and leaned toward him. “Mr. Heath, we’ve delivered the food to Ms. Tegan.”
Nathan’s hand paused briefly before he lazily asked, “What is she doing?”
Jake replied, “I didn’t see her. She’s probably resting in her room.”
Nathan nodded. “Lock the door. Make sure she doesn’t get out.”
Trinity’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she hesitantly murmured, “Nate, maybe you should let Tegan out.”
Nathan set the bowl down and replied, almost absentmindedly, “We’ll talk about it after your surgery.”
Mom chimed in, her tone gentle but firm, “That’s right, Trinny. You always think about Tegan, but has she ever thought about you? Focus on your surgery. Let her stay in the house and reflect on herself. You don’t need to worry about it.”
