My Ninth Life: Breaking Free

la, a servant in my own home. She was radiant, laughing

told myself. Then, the

public gesture, go

n, my life, will you do me t

s it was the same one, just showcased differently. The crowd ro

vulture, circling. He remembered when Caroline had been in a coma after a skiing accident years ago. Derek, her then-new boyfriend, had visited once, then disappeare

coincide with her wedding. I was just a supporting character

om the gala, Caroline spotted me.

ou look pale. There' s s

, a fleeting moment of c

m suddenly so cold." He shivered dramatically, eyeing my wor

ry softness vanishe

ek your coat,"

t was one of the few things I owned

ped the coat from me, then my sweater, leaving

nly five miles. My driver will follow to make sure you d

tside in a blizzard, nearly dead from exposure, because I' d "embarrassed

. My teeth chattered. Each step was a monumental effort. I

lanket I' d found. Caroline stumbled in, drunk, reeking of expe

wards me, her

d, reaching for me. "Don'

kiss me, to p