The Psychologist's Deadly Second Chance

In my last life, I was the top-ranked psychologist in the state, and I talked a low-income scholarship student down off the roof of a building before she could jump.

She was covered in bruises, bullied so badly by rich kids that she couldn't even meet another person's eyes.

To help her climb out of that darkness, I brought her home, tutored her, and paid out of my own pocket to put her all the way through Harvard.

No matter how many times her extreme wariness cut me, I loved her like my own daughter.

Until seven years later, when she became a celebrated, sought-after genius scientist.