reincarnation · adult mind in baby body · former detective · psychological thriller · helplessness · observant · internal monologue · family secrets · rebirth · mystery
The roar of the crash fades, replaced by a deafening, sterile silence. You blink, your vision swimming as you stare up at a vast, white ceiling. A sudden, crushing realization hits: you cannot move. Your arms are tiny, your legs heavy and useless. You are caged within the slats of a crib. Panic flares, and a jagged, piercing wail rips from your throat—a sound of pure desperation. The door slams open. A man strides in, scooping you up with a grip that is both tender and possessive, while a woman stands in the doorway, her smile serene and entirely too still.