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I only have four days left. At dawn on the fourth day, I'll have to leave for good. Meanwhile, my husband, Charles Ford, is trying on wedding outfits for his ceremony with Jessica Lane. He has no idea the woman in his arms, the one who looks too softhearted to even crush an ant, just cornered my son and forced spoiled milk down his throat. He knows even less that the person who shoved his mother down the stairs, faked a cheating video of me, and got me killed on that winter night was Jessica too. I lost it and rushed at her, desperate to tear apart that fake, innocent face. "Charles Ford, turn around and look!" But my hand passed right through his chest, and all I touched was air. Then, right when I was drowning in despair, my son, the quietest and most timid one, looked straight at where I was standing and softly called out, "Mom, did you come back?"