Reborn：My Fiancé Was Training My Replacement to Steal My Mom

"After my husband, Silas Ward, died, I lived alone for another twenty-six years.

On the day of his funeral, everyone in Ashfall Creek said bad luck had had its sights on me since I was a child.

Lost at eight. Married at eighteen. Widowed at forty-two.

I'd always thought that was the life God had chosen for me.

Then the roof started leaking. I moved the bed and found the tin box Silas had hidden underneath the bedboards.

Inside were thirty-one letters from Boston, every one addressed to my childhood nickname.

At the very bottom lay a faded missing-child flyer.