Waking Up In The Reapers Bed

Summary

I had never liked my boyfriend’s older brother.

From the very first moment we met, he made no effort to hide his disdain, mocking my "pedestrian" background with a razor-sharp tongue. I swallowed my pride and endured his coldness, purely for the sake of the man I loved.

I never expected a freak accident to hurl me ten years into the future.

When I opened my eyes, a small boy—no older than five—approached me with a shy, tentative look in his eyes. He asked if I would come to his kindergarten’s "Family Field Day" tomorrow.