I turned to look at Kelvin and suddenly realized I had been reborn.

In my previous life, I had agreed to take my daughter to kindergarten that morning after Kelvin asked me to.

And then, strange things began to happen, bizarre, inexplicable events that led to my daughter’s drowning.

I was falsely accused of murdering her and beaten to death in prison.

As I stood there, silent and overwhelmed, Kelvin approached, concern etched on his face.

"What’s wrong, honey? Are you too busy?"

He spoke with such tenderness as if afraid of troubling me.

Looking at his gentle expression…

…my heart sank.

In our previous life, I was often tied up with work, so he and my mother-in-law usually handled the school drop-offs.

But why did everything go so horribly wrong that one time, they asked me to do it?

Could it really have been just a coincidence?

After a brief hesitation, I looked him in the eyes and said in a serious tone.

"I don’t think Clara looks very well today. Maybe she shouldn’t go to school."

Kelvin turned to check on our daughter, his expression full of concern. Then he nodded.

"All right. We’ll do as you say."

"Don’t forget to let the homeroom teacher know she’ll be absent."

My mother-in-law also chimed in with a kind smile. "Then I’ll leave Clara in your care today."

Their reactions were calm. Natural. Not a hint of anything suspicious.

And yet, the more normal they seemed, the more unsettled I felt.

After Kelvin left with my mother-in-law, I turned my gaze toward my daughter.

She was sitting at the table, quietly eating her breakfast, so obedient and sweet.

My eyes grew red with tears.

I could not help but remember the tragic sight of her lifeless body in the pond from my previous life.

How terrified must my little girl have been in that final moment of her life?

I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat, sat beside her and gently asked, "Clara, how have your dad and grandma been treating you lately?"

She gave me a sweet smile as she answered, "They’ve been really nice to me."

I paused, then continued softly, "What about your homeroom teacher? Is she kind to you?"

"She’s very nice. She takes good care of me at school," she replied naturally, her innocent face glowing with happiness.

Then, she blinked her big, watery eyes and looked at me in confusion. "But Mommy, I’m not sick today, so why can’t I go to school?"