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Grief and blood loss took me too.
When I woke up,I was in Sarah's body.
These last two years have been an agony to me,hunting for proof to take down Vanessa.
Sarah was driving that day.
On a downhill,she fell asleep suddenly,unresponsive no matter what I tried to wake her up.
We headed for a truck.
In a split second,I took the wheel.
The car plunged into a woods.
That day,I lost my sister and my child forever.
In Sarah's body,I gained her memories.She'd inhaled incense for an hour before the crash.
Her coworker lit it.
As a perfumer,I instantly detected heavy sedatives in the scent.
Sarah's amateur nose couldn't.
Which led to the crash.
I investigated the coworker after the crash.
She said the incense was Vanessa's gift for her fans,a signed edition she fought for.
She lit it voluntarily at work.
So no matter how I dug,the case would be ruled as an accident.
But my gut screamed otherwise.
Because days before the “accident”,I'd met Vanessa.
She was smiling most mysteriously.
"Miss Harper,I'm a simple persom.Anyone who takes what's mine,I destroy them."
I had figured it out long ago.
If the law wouldn't bring my little sister and my unborn child justice,I would.
Tonight,her first reckoning would arrive.
Seventy-two hours after my death hit the news,the concept video of my perfume went viral.
The three-minute clip,dark in tone and music,told a tale of two perfumers fighting dirty over prime ingredients.
Perfumer A,pregnant,lost her sense of smell temporarily.
Perfumer B crafted an incense with sedative in it,causing A's crash.
A and her unborn child died.
Like how Vanessa used her fans'devotion,I used netizens'imaginations to amplify the video.
They matched us to the roles:I was A,Vanessa was B.
One of the down side of being a celebrity was that they had no secrets.
Soon,Vanessa's gift of incense to fans on the day of mhy crashsurfaced.
Her rivals pounced,spinning exaggerated reports.
A glaring hashtag trended:#VanessaLaneKilledEmilyHarper
Netizens joked:Is Nathan dead too?Why no damage control?
Normally,Nathan quashed any negative press about Vanessa instantly.
This time,my video survived a full night.
Some quipped Vanessa's incense had hypnotized Nathan too,and he was still asleep.
To me,he might as well be.
Since Vanessa's call yesterday,his tone had shifted,his gaze on me became warm and inexplicable.
I took a glimpse his phone,still lit,on a search page.
His query:
[Can a soul possess another body after death?]
