Reborn to Burn the Arsonist Who Killed My Mother

Our neighbor Paulette James knelt in front of my mother, sobbing herself hoarse.

She said she'd fought with her husband and been thrown out, that she had nowhere to go, and she begged us to take her in.

In my last life, we were soft. We agreed without a second thought.

The moment she had our keys, she never left. She stayed over a year.

Then she said the place would make a good wedding home for her son, and told the two of us to move out and rent somewhere else.

"It's just the two of you anyway. What difference does it make where you live? We've been friends all these years.