Our daughter’s eyes turned red with sympathy. She looked at me with a soft, pleading gaze and asked, “Mom, can we take her home? I’d really love to have a little sister to play with.”
When the soft familiar voice rang out, it pulled me straight out of my memories from my past life.
I had been reborn, precisely on the very day we adopted Cassandra.
In my previous life, she had used her disability to win our sympathy. Every time we visited the orphanage for charity, she made sure to be front and center, playing the part of the pitiful, lonely child.
We adopted her because we wanted to set a good example for our daughter. Aaron and I always had soft hearts so we could not resist her request.
As a result, we adopted Cassandra and took her home.
One thing I had never dreamed of, this act of kindness caused our family of three to be killed.
As soon as our demise, Cassandra stood tall. She was okay, without any sign of disability in sight.
Now I realized it had all been a lie. She had been faking her disability the whole time, manipulating everyone with her performance.
Aaron and I had been nothing but fools in her little game.
However, not this time. I would not let history repeat itself.