My Daughter's Defender

ed, a woman I' d met twice in my thirty years, had passed away. I was

mil

heart thumping against m

old, tugged at my je

in her soft curls. "Juice, and cookies, an

his money, it would change everything. We could pay off the mortgage, start Li

confirming the funds were now

the living room, when I heard the thud

ed by

il

ne Mark had promised to fix th

patio below, still, a te

ent silent,

other, Linda. I only remember the sire

and took charge. She insisted on driving m

ing through my tears. Linda was talking, tryi

g, coming straight for us

, twisting metal,

then n

kne

, I was floatin

her slumped over the wheel

eam. I was dead

spread through me, h

saw Mark. He was at our home, talking to the police. His face was e

e, disembodied state. Poor Mark. He

en, arrived. She put

ce offic

ce crumpled, then, slowly

eplaced by a smirk. A sma

t Karen. "I

to a smile that was just as chi

mooth, confident. "Five million. Enoug

istant. I' d had suspicions, a

er hand resting on a visibly pregnant belly

d, her voice sharp. "Appear devast

. "Sarah was so careless with Lily. And that accident

. A low, c

er. They had killed my mo

mo

me. If I' d had a body, I would h

o suffer. I wan

gain, but this time, it felt diff

clear, cut through the fu