Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 6

“Queena!” George roared.

“Queena,” Jeffrey cried, his voice trembling.

“Queena, what’s wrong? Jeffrey, quick, see what’s wrong with your sister!”

Teresa pushed Yvonne aside and cradled the unconscious Queena in her arms, her eyes filled with anguish. “Queena, my baby, you’re going to be okay. Your brother is the best doctor; he won’t let anything happen to you.”

The family formed a tight circle around the fainted Queena. Yvonne was shoved to the periphery, left standing alone in a corner like an abandoned stray.

The original Yvonne would have been heartbroken by this scene.

But this Yvonne was not that Yvonne. She watched them with a cold sneer, then turned and walked back to her room.

Leaning against the sofa by the window, Yvonne pulled out her phone and ordered a strawberry cake online.

By the time the cake arrived, the sky outside was dark.

No one had thought of her. It was as if she had been completely forgotten by the entire Spencer family.

Yvonne opened the cake box. Inside was a small, four-inch strawberry cake, a pathetic little thing compared to Queena’s three-tiered tower.

She placed a candle on it and lit it with a lighter. The small flame flickered gently.

“Yvonne,” she whispered, “I know you’re probably gone, but I still want to wish you a happy eighteenth birthday… And don’t you worry. I’ll make every single person who hurt you pay.”

As she finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind blew in from the open window, extinguishing the candle.

It was as if the other Yvonne was answering her.

Perhaps there really was a soul after death. How else could she have been reborn in this girl’s body?

The young girl’s memories rushed back, overwhelming her.

Yvonne was twelve when she returned to the Spencer family. In a show of fairness, Mr. and Mrs. Spencer enrolled her in the same prestigious school as Queena.

The twelve-year-old Yvonne was timid and frail, and she was mercilessly bullied at the elite school. Queena’s clique not only ostracized her but tormented her. They shoved her head into a toilet, nearly drowning her. They stripped her naked and took photos. Locking her in dark rooms was a common occurrence.

One day, they locked her in the biology lab.

The room was pitch black, filled with the eerie silhouettes of animal specimens and human skeletons. It was terrifying.

She cried and screamed for help in the darkness, pounding on the iron door until her hands were raw and swollen, but no one came.

Until Matthew appeared. He heard her cries and smashed the lab window.