That night when Collin was shot and his body fell off the cliff. He had thought it was the end.
Cold water swallowed him whole as he plunged into the darkness below, his body sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss. The pressure crushed against him, stealing his breath, dragging him toward death.
And then something shifted. It wasn't just darkness anymore.
Memories surged through him. Fragments at first… broken… scattered.
But then clearer. Sharper.
A life that didn't belong to this one. And yet— it felt familiar.
Too familiar.
Collin had seen it all.
A different past. A different sequence of events. But the same emotions.
Hatred, desperation....revenge.
Back then… just like now… he had wanted to destroy everything that had once made him feel powerless.
And Norma—she had been there, helping him, trusting him and standing beside him just like she had in this life.
A low chuckle escaped his lips as the memory settled.
