Kayla was drowning in grief over her grandmother’s recent passing 😢💔. All she wanted was the comfort of home after the funeral, unaware of the nightmare lurking in the skies above. Mistaken for someone else, she would have to summon every ounce of courage and clarity to survive the ordeal.
I hadn’t slept properly in days 😩—sleepless nights, relentless pregnancy exhaustion, and an ocean of tears for my grandmother. At six months pregnant, my body throbbed painfully, each movement a reminder of how fragile I felt. The funeral had been shattering—a final goodbye to the woman who had been my anchor, my steady rock, my guiding star 💔🌸.
