“When I was pregnant, my husband, Christian, abandoned me. Because he chose my sister, Annabelle. Five years after my tragic death, Annabelle fell critically ill and desperately needed a kidney. That was when they remembered me. He called, demanding that I drag myself back, but I was no longer capable of answering. My five-year-old daughter answered instead. "My mommy passed away a long time ago." He refused to believe the child was his. Until a DNA report proved their paternity. As he dug up my grave, the truth finally broke him. Meanwhile, my soul was tethered to his side, forced to witness his entire world crumble to dust.”