Reborn After the Explosion Unmasking My Family's Betrayal

I went home for the holidays. My e-bike exploded.

It torched a neighbor's Maybach and killed a grandmother and her grandson who happened to be walking by.

My family burned through every penny they had to cover the damages, then sank into millions of dollars of debt on my behalf.

The victims' relatives cursed my name for twenty years. I worked eight jobs a day to pay it all back.

The night I finally cleared the last of the debt, I dropped dead from exhaustion.

But just before my eyes closed for good, I heard my parents laughing outside the door: