Kerstin Celedon Facebook ad: “Rebirth: Pawning the Ability to Love”

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I died in a private psychiatric facility in Connecticut. As I took my last breath, I heard a voice. “What would you trade for a chance to do it all over again?” With my last ounce of strength, I answered, “My heart. Take away my ability to love. Just let me start over.” In the darkness, the voice laughed. “Done.” “Annabelle, what are you spacing out for? The new foster sister is almost here. Let’s go downstairs.” I opened my eyes and found myself standing in the second-floor hallway of the Sterling estate. The boy next to me, Julian, was only twelve, dressed in a neat polo shirt and khaki pants, his eyes full of excitement. I looked down at my own hands—young, flawless, without the needle marks and scars from the institution. I was really back. Back to the day it all began. “Annabelle?” Julian frowned at me. “Are you okay?” I walked past him without a word, my face a blank mask. He hesitated for a second, then hurried to catch up. “Hey, what’s wrong with you? Aren’t you happy? Dad said this girl just lost her father, we should make her feel welcome—” “I’m not interested.” That’s your problem, not mine. The look on Julian’s face froze. In his memory, I had never spoken to him with such coldness. Our parents’ voices drifted up from downstairs. “Kids, come on down! We’ve brought Bella home!” Julian glanced at me uncertainly, but ultimately turned and ran down the stairs. I stood where I was, watching the little girl below being gently surrounded by our parents. Bella. The person who would eventually destroy my life. This time, I wouldn’t make the same mistake. I turned and walked back to my room to start packing.Julian and I were fraternal twins. Before Bella arrived, we were the sole heirs to the Sterling fortune. Our father, Alexander Sterling, was a managing partner at an investment bank. Our mother, Catherine, came from an old-money family in Boston. Our lives were meticulously planned......

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Rebirth: Pawning the Ability to Love