The knife slipped between my ribs like a whisper—familiar, almost tender. I collapsed, staring up at Lily’s face, frozen in fake shock. "Call an ambulance!" she screamed, clutching Selena close. But I saw it—the relief in her eyes.\n\nThen I woke up gasping, drenched in sweat, my hands whole, my chest unbroken. My phone read: March 14, 2021. Three years ago. The day before I signed the new will that cut Rita out.\n\nI stumbled to Rita’s room. She was asleep, tear stains on her pillow—she’d just found out she was being removed as heir. I knelt beside her bed, heart shattering. This time, I wouldn’t fail her.\n\nBy dawn, I’d changed the will, transferred funds to her trust, and scheduled a DNA test. But Lily’s text buzzed in: ‘We need to talk about your sudden changes.’ I knew then—the war had already begun.