It’s you. It really is you. I refuse to fade into obscurity like this. Given another life, I’ll fight my aunt, clear my mother’s name, put everyone in their proper place, and rewrite the course of my life.
“The little girl has finally grown up…” Wait, I’ve been given another life, but the script has changed. Why isn’t anything like it was in my last life? And who are you? My plans have been thrown into disarray again. Setting the household in order isn’t enough; now there’s someone listening at my wall every night, too. No rush, no rush. I’ll take my time. This life, I decide how my story goes.
