ings I remembered from my past life. That' s where it ended-my body hollowed
d sweetheart, Lisa, conspired to destroy me. They admitted using their own daughter, Chloe, as bait in t
blivious to their monstrous scheme. I died with their laughter ringi
d open. I wasn' t dying. I was in my living room, the win
mth. My baby was still there. I was still pregna
re, waiting to be "saved." My nine-year-old son, Eth
e girl out there! In the wa