My Lucky Day, Her Fatal Flaw

with unspoken things. I let her take the driver's seat. She

that proposal, working 80-hour weeks, sleeping at the office, pouring every ounce of my talent and energy into it. I anticipated every on

dden at all. It was the result

e at the factory for two years. My mom took on a second job cleaning houses on weekends. They sold my grandfa

he believed it was magic, a gift from the universe that she was ent

ce giddy. She kept checking her rearview

window, my face a mask

e slammed on

edule, appeared behind us. The

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or fender-bender. She didn't even wait for the other driver to get out.

by! I'm rich!" she screame

o her madness. The trap was set. Now, i