The final memory of my previous life was the blinding, searing agony of acid burning into my eyes, pushing me to the brink of death. 

Through the haze of excruciating pain and blurred vision, I spotted Linda Lowe hiding behind my brother. Gripping a cake knife, I lunged forward and drove it into her chest. 

“Let’s go to hell together!” 

… 

When I opened my eyes again, the unexpectedly vivid scene before me left me stunned for two seconds. 

Then I saw Linda, younger and almost unrecognizable, standing a short distance away.