Those all-too-familiar words struck me like a bolt of lightning.
I turned to look at Kelvin and suddenly realized I had been reborn.
In my previous life, I had agreed to take my daughter to kindergarten that morning after Kelvin asked me to.
And then, strange things began to happen, bizarre, inexplicable events that led to my daughter’s drowning.
I was falsely accused of murdering her and beaten to death in prison.
As I stood there, silent and overwhelmed, Kelvin approached, concern etched on his face.
"What’s wrong, honey? Are you too busy?"
He spoke with such tenderness as if afraid of troubling me.
Looking at his gentle expression…
…my heart sank.
In our previous life, I was often tied up with work, so he and my mother-in-law usually handled the school drop-offs.
But why did everything go so horribly wrong that one time, they asked me to do it?
Could it really have been just a coincidence?
After a brief hesitation, I looked him in the eyes and said in a serious tone.
"I don’t think Clara looks very well today. Maybe she shouldn’t go to school."
Kelvin turned to check on our daughter, his expression full of concern. Then he nodded.
"All right. We’ll do as you say."