A Struggle for Survival
The shore was distant, the rocks jagged, but anger was a current stronger than the tide. Hours later, muscles screaming, lungs aching, I dragged myself onto the rocky beach. My mind was sharper than it had been in years.
If they wanted me gone for my fortune, fine. Let them taste victory. But when they returned to the mansion, dripping with seawater and pretending grief, they’d find me waiting—with a “gift” they’d never forget.
