"They say death has a way of sneaking into your life when you least expect it. Racheal thought she had felt its cold grip already, pulling her down into that endless void.

“This is it, she had told herself in those fleeting moments as she lay on the cold, wet pavement. This is how it ends.

The reaper had come, his shadow looming over her, ready to take her away, but no! Not yet! She couldn’t leave. Not when her son still needed her, not with so much left unsaid, undone. She needed to make Victor suffer! She wasn’t ready to go."

"Charge!" The doctor’s voice was sharp, cutting through...