Reborn on the Day of Reckoning

My hand trembled, not with joy, but with the icy grip of a memory that chilled me to

Seraphina, my beautiful, "golden child" stepsister, who always got what she

oad, the blinding headlights, Sera' s triumph

e gone. My baby, this tiny, unformed life inside me now, had

ch a gruesome end for a naive wife and her unborn child? The bitter

first demise. The universe, it seemed, had a twisted s

victim. Ava Harrison would no longer be a

was clear, etched in the remembered pain: secure my child' s future, and ma