For ten years, I sacrificed everything, working night shifts at a greasy diner to put my adopted son, Kevin, through college.
It was all for his future, a life I never had.
But on his graduation day, standing proudly on stage, he publicly denounced me, calling me a "disgrace" and claiming his real mother was a wealthy socialite.
He then had me arrested for kidnapping, twisting my years of love into a story of obsession and greed.
I watched him embrace her, leaving me to face accusations of being a "crazy woman" and "kidnapper" as security dragged me away.
The trial was a sham, fueled by his lies and his birth mother' s accusations.
I was convicted and sentenced to prison.
The years there were hell, filled with beatings and torment from other inmates.
I died alone on a cold concrete floor, my last breath a whisper of his name.
Then, with a sharp jolt, my eyes flew open.
I wasn' t in that filthy cell.
I was back in my old, cramped apartment.
And there he was, fifteen-year-old Kevin, his face a mask of practiced desperation.
"Please, Mom? Please take me to the city? I can' t stay here anymore. I' ll do anything."
It was the exact day I had sealed my fate in my first life.
But this time, it would be different.