The Day I Came Back to Life

The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth, each breath a searing pain.

Ryan Todd' s rage-contorted face was inches from mine, his spittle hitting my cheek as he screamed, "This is for Ashley! You owe us!"

His fist connected with my ribs again, and a sickening crack echoed through the co-working space.

The social media mob, whipped up by his sister Karen, cheered him on as they dragged me from my desk, beating me to death.

My crime? Lending Karen my Lucid Air, which then became a death trap for her daughter, Ashley, in a multi-car pile-up on the I-35.