My experience in the medical field had given me a good understanding of the difficulties often faced by children with such conditions. I had presented numerous cases to Monica in an attempt to persuade her towards termination.
She agreed, even setting up an appointment, and asked me to come with her to the hospital.
But that night, when I offered her a ride, I was drugged.
When consciousness returned, I found myself trapped in a suburban dump.
Liam's eyes blazed with fury as he spat out, "You actually convinced her to abort my child? How evil you are!"
Tied up and gagged, all I could do was look to Monica with a plea in my eyes.
But she remained silent, her gaze cast downward.
With each shovelful of soil that Liam dumped into the pit where I lay, he hurled insults, "You're so wealthy and yet you won't share with us. How can you claim to be Monica's good friend and family member for over a decade? Bah!
"Luckily, the beneficiary of your insurance is Monica. Hurry up and die, and I'll have money to support my son when you're gone!"
In my previous life, I died in a grave injustice, with no time to save myself or ponder why. Liam had buried me alive.