The Apocalypse Architect: Designing His Demise

The phantom chill of icy water jolted me awake, but I wasn' t drowning in Lake Champlain;

I was safe in my luxurious Boston apartment.

My fiancé, Matthew, and his mother stood over my bed, demanding I sign papers to dissolve our shared assets, claiming it was just a formality.

But I recognized this moment, a chilling deja vu-I had been reborn just thirty days before "The Great Silence."

In my last life, this conversation ended with me refusing, crying, feeling utterly betrayed and abandoned.