Dead Signal, Dead Wife

Synopsis

The day after the tsunami hit, the wrecked ship I was trapped on sank beneath the waves for good. At that exact moment, my husband, a rescue diver, had just pulled our daughter to safety. Before I could even feel relieved, he was already on the phone screaming at me. "Sarah, what the fuck is wrong with you? Who told you to bring our daughter to the beach?" All he got back was a cold, automated voice: "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable." "Are you kidding me, Sarah? You've got the nerve to turn off your phone on me?" David hurled his phone against the ground. I floated above him and shook my head. The phone had been underwater for two days. How was it supposed to turn on? David gritted his teeth and told our daughter, "From now on, Aunt Riley is going to be your mommy." Our daughter shook her head. "No, I want Mommy. Mommy didn't bring me to the beach. Aunt Riley did. Mommy's still on the ship." "What did you just say?" David's pupils blew wide, but he pulled himself together almost instantly. Then he sneered. "You'll really try anything, won't you, Sarah? Using Lily to guilt me into coming back? Fine. If you wanna die that badly, then go ahead and die." I was standing right in front of him. I looked at his hateful face and let out a bitter laugh. I really was dead. Congratulations, David. You finally got what you wanted. Go live your happy little life with Riley.