The Harrington family’s only son was Dylan Harrington. In my past life, he’d been exposed to the cold too long and ended up with lifelong health. issues.
This time, because of me, he pulled through without any major issues.
I was the one who ended up with severe pneumonia, stuck in the ICU for four days before they knew I’d make it.
When I woke up, Mrs. Harrington was sitting right by my bed. The second she saw my eyes open, she lit up.
“Get the doctor, quick! Sweetie, do you want some water? Does anything hurt?”
Her voice was so gentle, her eyes so warm. For a second, I was completely thrown.
Back when Marcus and I were first brought home to the Ashford family, our real parents had been all over Lily–cooing and fussing, rushing her to the hospital in a complete panic over every little thing.
All I got was: “Can’t even watch your sister properly? What’s the fucking point of raising you!”
I never made it to a hospital. Just treated my own cuts and bruises for weeks until they finally healed.
“Are you missing your mommy and daddy? Don’t worry, honey, we’ve got people looking for them…“.
Mrs. Harrington thought I was spacing out because I was scared. But the second she said that, I burst into tears:
“No, don’t!”
“I don’t want my mommy and daddy…”
Mrs. Harrington immediately pulled me close, trying to calm me down. Mr. Harrington walked in just then with Dylan, and their eyes met together.
“We put out the missing person report, but no family has reached out at all.”
“I was gonna head to the police station…”
“No, don’t…”
“They don’t want me. They threw me away…”
“Ma’am.” I looked up at her with tears streaming down my face:
“I can go to an orphanage. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Please don’t send me back to them.”
Mrs. Harrington’s heart broke as she patted my back. She finally understanding my situation.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t find my family.
It was that my parents never even bothered looking for me.
“Dad, Mom.” Dylan, who’d been quiet this whole time, suddenly looked up at his parents:
“If her mom and dad don’t want her, can we take her home with us?”
Mr. and Mrs. Harrington exchanged glances, both looking a little surprised.
But then they both smiled warmly and nodded.
“She’s Dylan’s lifesaver. There’s already a bond between us.”
“Dylan’s always wanted a little sister anyway. Maybe this is God sending us our own little blessing.”
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Sweetie, would you like to come home with us?”
The moment Mrs. Harrington’s hand gently touched my hair, I got a new name,
Audrey Harrington.
It was my rebirth.
I became the Harrington family’s second daughter, leaving that warm southern town of Savannah behind for the snowy north Minneapolis
But I never felt cold again.
Because of my past life, I started out being overly careful and insecure, walking on eggshells around the Harringtons.
But they taught me, bit by bit, about how to love myself.
And then they gave me more love than I knew what to do with.
We’re not related by blood- Even this whole connection started because of my so–called “plotting“..
But they held my hand through twelve years, helping me grow into a confident, well–educated young woman–a true Harrington daughter.
I aced my college entrance exams and got into medical school.
It was the dream I never got to chase in my past life.
My parents supported every choice I made. Dylan even donated an entire building to my university and had it named after me.
“Audrey’s our family’s precious princess. I’ve got to back her up, right?”
He’d tease me while pulling me into a hug. Mom laughed and chided him for being such a goof, while Dad sat in the garden with his tea, watching us with the biggest smile.
Everything was perfect. The name Elena Ashford felt like a distant memory, like some nightmare I’d finally woken up from.
Until Marcus showed up in my life again.
It was my first year working on a research project with my mentor at the hospital.
Marcus and Lily were standing outside the consultation room together, both smiling brightly.
“Lily, this is the best hospital in Boston. They’ll definitely be able to fix your voice.”
He was cooed her gently.
He looked up, and our eyes met–me in my doctor’s coat.
