Recording His Final Confession
In my past life, my husband, Caleb, supposedly drowned at a yacht party on Lake Tahoe. His body was never found.
By the time I rushed to the marina, all that awaited me was a death notice from the police and the vast, black expanse of the lake.
My world shattered. I fell gravely ill, a sickness that ravaged both body and soul, and I never recovered.
On my deathbed, I was scrolling through my best friend Olivia's social media when I saw a vacation photo from the Bahamas. In the background, on a man's wrist, was the one-of-a-kind watch I’d had custom-made for Caleb.
The shock was the final blow. It killed me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I received the call about my husband's death.