Reborn on the Quarry's Edge

From the back cover

The ground rumbled beneath my worn boots as I washed mason jars, a seemingly ordinary afternoon in my quiet kitchen.

Then, Martha' s scream, thin and sharp with fear, shattered the peace: my mother-in-law was frozen, having stepped on something deadly in the old quarry land.

I called my husband Jack, an ex-Army EOD tech, but his dismissive voice echoed a past life I' d already endured, confirming he was with his mistress Brenda.

He laughed, calling me "hysterical," just as he had when his neglect contributed to Martha' s death once before, refusing to believe his own mother was in danger.

A cold wave of memories washed over me: his past betrayal, Martha' s agonizing death, and his self-serving contempt, all replaying this horrific scene.

Could I really trust him, the man who owed his life to my parents' sacrifice, to save his own mother now when he' d failed so callously?

But this rebirth wasn't just a curse; it was a warning.

I wouldn't let Martha die again.

Drawing on fractured memories of Jack' s EOD training, I stepped onto the live explosive, taking Martha' s place.

A sickening click affirmed my choice, marking the moment I chose defiance and survival – this time, things would be different.