My Second Life Was for Revenge Against My Father

The funeral rites for my mother had barely ended when my stepmother moved into my home, her daughter in tow.

In my last life I tore the house apart. I threw Selina Lawrence's luggage out the door and jabbed a finger in Mortimer Henson's face, calling him a heartless, faithless man.

Then he slapped me to the floor, drove me out that same night, and severed all ties between father and daughter.

I never even got the money for college.

So I dropped out and went to work in an electronics plant, where a machine on the line caught my right hand and took three fingers.