realized that surviving wasn’t the end of my story.
It was the beginning.
Michael had planned a funeral for a woman he believed was dead.
He had stood beside her coffin and smiled.
He had counted her money before she was even gone.
But he made one mistake.
He forgot that the woman he pushed over that cliff was still fighting.
And sometimes the greatest punishment isn’t death.
It’s surviving long enough to watch the truth catch up with you.
THE END
