I Came Back to Save My Granddaughter. She Came Back to Save Me

I died as the grandmother everyone hated. After my eighteen-year-old granddaughter Anna was found dead, my own son accused me of driving her to it. The public turned on me, and I never got the chance to uncover what really happened. Then I woke up before that terrible day, with one chance to keep Anna alive. I went to her apartment expecting anger, grief, and all the old misunderstandings. Instead, she seemed terrified for me. Gradually, I realized she remembered our first lives too. I had come back to save my granddaughter. She had come back to save me.