“Which is good, really. In those three months, we’ll file for divorce using this as an excuse. Then you and your mom can officially join the Brooks family. You’ll attend the top downtown elementary school and live in a house in a wealthy school district. Grandma has it all arranged for you. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”
Three months?
I bet they’d rather I didn’t survive even three more days.
They wished I had died outright in that crash—problem solved, leaving Chloe Miller free to enter the family.
But they didn’t know that I had entered Ethan Brooks’s body.
Since fate had handed me this, I had no choice but to play along.
After a week of observation in the hospital, I was discharged. During that time, I secretly visited my real body. It looked like a walking corpse—tubes in the head, a heavy respirator covering the mouth.
When they heard about the crash, my parents rushed to my side. The doctor had already suggested giving up, but they refused, insisting on keeping me alive, believing I would wake someday.
They spent their days crying at the glass window, their grief stabbing at my heart until I cried again and again.