Who Is Her Victim

After her infant son Leo is murdered by her niece Lana, a grieving mother is met with cold indifference from her husband and in-laws. Denied justice and consumed by hatred, she dies of a broken heart, only to inexplicably wake up on the morning of the fatal holiday gathering. Determined to save Leo, she sends him away before the incident can repeat. However, horror strikes again when Lana still manages to throw a baby from the balcony, proving some nightmares cannot be escaped.

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Chapter 2

David came upstairs and wrapped his arms around me.

“Nina, I swear I’ll get justice for Leo,” he said. “But Lana is still young. She doesn’t know any better...”

Before he could finish, I shoved him away.

“What do you mean she doesn’t know any better? If she’s that clueless, why doesn’t she jump herself?”

Then I grabbed a chair and smashed it hard against the door.

The wooden door rattled violently, shaking so hard it felt as if the whole house was trembling with it.

“Lana Wright, get out here! If you don’t, I’ll break this door down!”

Why should she get to kill someone and act like nothing happened?

Even if the baby who died today wasn’t mine, I was still going to get justice for them.

When she saw how hard I was smashing the door, Lana shouted from inside, “Stop! If you keep hitting it, I’ll jump!”

I was panting from the effort. I turned, rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a chef’s knife, and hacked it into the door.

The blade sank deep into the wood and wouldn’t come loose.

“Then jump. If you don’t, I’ll get in there and beat you myself!”

Lana finally couldn’t take the pressure anymore and opened the door.

She looked irritated and bored, as if none of this had anything to do with her.

“Who did you throw down there?”

She lifted her chin and rocked lazily on her feet, looking completely unconcerned.

“Your son. Who else?”

I slapped her across the face.

The sharp crack snapped her head to the side.

Tears instantly filled her eyes. Lana clutched her face and stared at me in disbelief.

“What right do you have to hit me? Even my mom never hit me, you bitch!”

I slapped her again.

“That’s exactly why you turned into such a spoiled little monster. Your mother never taught you right from wrong!”

Then I grabbed her by the collar and shouted through gritted teeth, “I’ll ask you one more time. Who did you throw downstairs?”

This time, Lana finally quieted down.

Covering her face, she said, “It was Leo. But I didn’t mean to do it. I just wanted to see what would happen if he fell.

“I didn’t think he would die.”

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