Who Is Her Victim

My husband, David Wright, brought me and my three-month-old son, Leo Wright, to his parents' for the holidays.

But while Leo was asleep, my niece, Lana Wright, and her classmates carried him upstairs and threw him down.

My baby died right in front of me.

I lost my mind. I scooped him up and tried to rush him to the hospital, but it was already too late.

He was gone before we ever made it there.

Because Lana was still a minor, she barely faced any consequences.

The court ordered her family to pay eight hundred thousand dollars in compensation, but my sister-in-law, Ariel Whittaker, wailed and screamed, accusing me of trying to drive them to their deaths.

I cried until I felt like my heart had been torn apart.

All I wanted was justice.

But David and my mother-in-law, Nancy Wright, only scolded me.

“Lana is just a child too! Are you really going to destroy her life just because your son died?”

I never got my revenge.

In the end, grief and hatred hollowed me out. That winter, I died of a heart attack.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the holiday gathering.

This time, I immediately called my parents and asked them to take my son away.

But even then, my niece still threw a baby from upstairs.

I had just sent my son off and stepped into my mother-in-law, Nancy Wright’s courtyard when a loud crash rang out beside me.

Bang!

A baby, wrapped tightly in a blanket, slammed onto the stone tiles.

Blood slowly stained the blanket red.

I stood frozen, then slowly looked up.

On the second floor stood Lana Wright, my husband David’s niece. She shot me a defiant look before turning and running off.

David and Nancy rushed out after hearing the noise.

The moment Nancy saw what had happened, she screamed. Her legs nearly gave out beneath her.

David walked over shakily and glanced at the baby.

“Nina,” he said, his voice trembling. “The baby... the baby isn’t breathing.”

I didn’t even dare to look.

I turned and charged straight up to the second floor.

Lana had locked herself inside her room.

I kicked the door hard.

“Lana Wright, open the door! Who did you throw down there?”

There was no answer from inside the room.

But I could hear Lana laughing with her classmates.

“Lana, what if they call the police? My mom won’t hit me, right?”

“She won’t. It’s not like we did it on purpose. Besides, the police don’t arrest minors.”

Their fearless words stabbed into my ears like needles.

I started shaking uncontrollably.

I threw all my strength into kicking that wooden door.

“Get out here! Do you even understand what you just did? This is murder!”

David, who had come up a step too late, quickly grabbed me.

His eyes were red as he said, “Nina, calm down. Don’t scare them.”

I stared at him with hatred in my eyes.

He had been exactly like this in my last life too.

Our son had died, and he was still worried I might scare his niece.

Nancy wiped her tears and said, “Lana went a little too far this time, but Nina, don’t push it too much.”

“Leo was only three months old. He’s gone, and that’s that. You two can try again and have another baby.”

I went completely still.

It took me a few seconds to realize what she meant.

They thought the dead baby was my son.

But I had just handed my son over to my parents.

So who was the tiny body lying downstairs?