Chapter 4The Girl Who Stole Luck

Over the next two weeks, I settled into my new role.

My boss was impressed with my work and even promised me my own project if I nailed the current one. I was motivated.

Mark and Emily kept calling. I blocked them, but they just used new numbers like relentless cockroaches.

Every time I heard Mark's voice, I hung up immediately.

A friend back home gave me the tea.

Emily was having a terrible time. The car accident scarred her face, and she needed reconstructive surgery. Mark broke a rib.

Worse, before the crash, Emily had dragged Mark to a high-stakes poker game.

They lost everything. Now they were drowning in debt.

"Sarah, you won't believe it," my friend whispered. "They got into the accident because they were fighting in the car after losing all that money!"

"And now loan sharks are chasing them."

"Don't let Mark guilt-trip you. He was cheating on you the whole time!"

"I know," I said with a smile. "Thanks for telling me."

I hung up, feeling vindicated.

In my past life, Emily went straight from the "grave visit" to celebrate her job offer with Mark. That's when they started gambling, thinking her stolen luck made them invincible.

This time, her luck was cursed from the start.

I was glad I escaped.

The next morning, Mark called again from another new number.

"Sarah, please! I really need you!"

"Mark, did you forget? We broke up."

"I never agreed to that!" he shouted. "I just got hurt, and you dump me? You have to take responsibility!"

"Why should I be responsible for an accident you had with Emily?" I scoffed. "Besides, aren't you two happy together?"

"Please, stop calling me."

I was about to hang up when Emily's screeching voice came through.

"Sarah! That wasn't your parents' grave, was it?! What did you do?!"