But the image of my own parents' horrific deaths from the previous life flashed violently in my mind—and my heart went completely cold.
I clenched my teeth and lifted my head to meet their eyes.
"I really don't know..."
My homeroom teacher let out a long sigh and patted Mrs. Jordan on the shoulder.
"Melissa is an honest child. Maybe she truly doesn't know. Let's think of another way to find him..."
But I knew—they wouldn't find him.
Annika never intended to let Blake take the college entrance exam.
Right now, he was probably unconscious on some hotel bed, completely unaware of what was happening to his life.
Sure enough, even when the exam began, Blake never appeared.
His parents were just ordinary working-class people.
To help him focus on studying, his mother had quit her job to take care of him full time.
His father took three jobs alone, sleeping barely three hours a night.
They had sacrificed more than ten years for this one moment.
And yet the obedient, sensible son they raised... vanished right before the exam.
The moment the testing gates locked, Mrs. Jordan completely broke down. She collapsed to the ground, wailing hysterically.
"My son..."