he soundtrack to the end of Olivia' s life. She was 45 years old, her body weak and confined to a bed,

, but in her eyes, he would always be her little boy. His f

ad... Dad and Sophia, they' re really happy togeth

t long ago. Her husband, Daniel, and his mistress, Sophia. The two people, besides her son, who

her throat only allowed a faint, gurgling sound. Her eyes pleaded with him, beggi

he life support machine. He wouldn't look at her. "It'

scream inside her head. This wasn't mer

fe, the perfect mother. She had built her entire world around him and their son, a beautiful house that now felt like a hollow shell. She had poured everything she was into them, and in the en

lick, the bee

nce was

ousness drifting towards the ceiling. Below, she saw her own still form on the bed

nurse. He didn't cry.

s voice stronger now, mor

ched as Daniel entered the room a few minutes later. There was no grief on his handsome face, only a fl

is voice smooth and reassuring. He squeezed his son'

r call. Olivia drifted after him, drawn by an inescapabl

fection he hadn't shown Olivia in years. "It' s over. She' s go

th itself. Her husband was celebrating her death with his mistress, and her son was their accompl

the end sh

id. I don' t accept this! Give me another chance! She wanted to go back. She wanted to undo it all. She wanted to live for herself, to m

ance to do i

empty abyss. And then, a sound. A voice, fran

wake up! You' re

ed through the window. Her body was whole, strong, and free of tubes. She could breathe. S

her ear. "Mom?" she whi

of life. "You have the final fitting for your wedding dress today, remember? And then you and Danie

until th

stand. The date was ten years in the past. Or rather, twenty-five year

ind her phone, her fingers fumbling. She looked at the number her mother had cal

e betrayal, her death... and

with a chilling determination. She had been given another chance. And this time, she wouldn' t waste it. T

iel' s number. He answered on the seco

my love. Ready f

enty-five years of pain and regret solidi

alm and steady. "We need to tal