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I was reborn. Sent back to the day my niece threw my son off the third floor and killed him. I didn't hesitate. I immediately had my parents come pick him up. But the second I stepped through my mother-in-law's front door that same day, another baby was thrown from upstairs. Blood stained the ground. The crying stopped. Just like that. Right now, my son was safe at my mom's place. So this time... whose child just died? The second I stepped into my mother-in-law's yard, I heard it. THUD! A tiny bundled body slammed onto the brick patio. Blood slowly spread across the baby blanket. I stood frozen. Looked up. Sienna was standing at the third-floor window. The second our eyes met, she lifted her chin. Smug. Just like she did in my past life—when the judge said she was too young to face charges. That MONSTER! Looked up again. She was already gone. My husband David and my mother-in-law Monica rushed out. Monica screamed. Her legs nearly gave out. David stumbled forward. Glanced at the baby. Then turned to me: "Tessa... the baby's... gone." I couldn't even look. I bolted upstairs. BANG! BANG! "Sienna, OPEN THE DOOR!" She had locked herself in her room. I kicked the door. "Sienna! Open this door! Who did you throw?!" No answer. Just her and her friend giggling: "Sienna, what if they call the cops? My mom's gonna kill me." "Relax. We didn't mean to do it. Besides, cops can't arrest minors." Their carefree words stabbed into me like needles. My whole body shook with rage. I slammed my full weight into the door. "Get out here! Do you even understand what you did? You killed someone!" Then David caught up. Grabbed me. His eyes were red: "Hey! Tessa, calm down. You're scaring them." I stared at him. Full of hate. Last time, it was the same. Our son was dead. And all he cared about was protecting his niece! Monica came over, wiped her tears: "Sienna went too far this time... But Tessa, don't blow this out of proportion." "Cody was only three months old. It's not like you were that attached yet." "So, just move on." "You're young. You can have another child." I frozen. I couldn't believe a woman—a mother—would say that. Then it hit me... They thought it was MY on lying downstairs. But I'd just handed Cody to my parents. So whose tiny, broken body was that on the patio? "Sienna, stop it!" David suddenly wrapped his arms around me: "I swear we'll get justice for Cody. But Sienna's still just a kid—she didn't know what she was doing..." Before he could finish, I shoved him off. "What are you saying? If she didn't know better, why didn't she jump?" I grabbed a chair nearby. Slammed it into the door. The wood rattled. The whole house shook. "Sienna! Get out here, or I'm breaking this door down!" Why should she get to kill someone and walk away like nothing happened? Even if it wasn't my son lying down there, I was going to make sure this little monster paid!! "Stop it! If you don't stop, I'll jump!" Sienna yelled from inside. Dare to threaten me? Furious. I marched to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and hacked it into the door. But the blade stuck deep in the wood. I couldn't pull it back out. "You jump, then! If you don't, I'm coming in there to finish you myself!" Finally, the pressure got to her. She opened the door. Looked sullen and annoyed. "What DO YOU want?" "Who did you throw!" She tilted her head. Swayed side to side like she didn't care. "Your son. Who else?" SMACK! I slapped her across the face. Her eyes instantly filled with tears. She clutched her cheek. Looked at me like I was insane. "How dare you hit me? Even my mom doesn't hit me, you b—" SMACK! Again. "That's exactly why you turned into a monster—because your mom never did!" I grabbed her by the collar. Got in her face: "I'm asking you one more time. Who. Did. You. Throw?!" She flinched. Stammered: "It was your baby, Cody. But I didn't mean to! I just wanted to see what would happen if he fell..." "I didn't think he'd actually die..." I looked past her into the room. The window was wide open. Cold wind poured in. Sienna's friend was huddled by the bed. Too terrified to speak. They were in elementary school. How could they not know it was dangerous? David stepped forward: "Sienna admitted she was wrong. Honey, you got your anger out. Let's just... bury him." God! I couldn't believe what I was hearing! A life was gone, and all she had to do was SAY SORRY?? Monica rushed over. Hugged Sienna. Stroked her face: "You hit her so hard! Look how red her face is!" Red? That baby lost their LIFE, and all she got was a red cheek! I shoved Monica aside. Grabbed Sienna by the hair and dragged her toward the window: "You said you didn't know what would happen? Let's find out together, huh?" "No! I'll die if I fall!" Sienna screamed. Thrashed. "You bad woman! You'll go to jail! You'll go to jail!" So she DID know. And she still did it. I couldn't wrap my head around it—how could a child be this cruel? Suddenly, pain shot through my arm. David yanked me backward so hard I slammed headfirst into the wall. Blood trickled down. He stood in front of Sienna. Glared at me, coldly. "Enough! The baby's dead. Why are you taking it out on a kid? This is on you for not watching him!" He and Monica formed a wall in front of Sienna. Stared me down like I was the enemy. Yeah, I still had a lot I couldn't figure out. But one thing was crystal clear now— THEY were the real family here. Blood ties and all. Me and my son? We were nothing to them. I clutched my forehead. Pulled out my phone with shaking hands and tried to call 911. David immediately kicked it out of my hand: "This is a family matter. Why are you calling the cops?!" "And Sienna's just a child. It won't do anything." I steadied myself against the wall. Looked at him. Heartbroken: "That was your son who died. And you're not going to do anything?" He glanced at the blood on my forehead. For a second, he looked sorry. "Tessa, we can have another baby." "But Sienna? She's my only niece." What a great man. So family-oriented. I married him because he was loyal and caring to his family. But I never thought that loyalty would become the knife in my back. I turned to head downstairs. But Sienna's mother, Jenna shoved past me. She shoulder-checked me hard. She hugged Sienna. Shot me a venomous look. "How dare you hit my daughter? I don't even hit her. Who do you think you are?!" I was shaking. "Why don't you ask your daughter what she did?" "Your son died, so now it's my daughter's fault?! If anyone's to blame, it's your son for being unlucky!" I was boiling with rage. But right now, all I could think about was that baby downstairs. Who were they? Why were they even here? "Jenna, you have a kid too. If it was your child who died today, could you still say that?" Her eyes widened. She immediately jabbed a finger at me: "You shameless witch! Your son's dead, so now you're cursing mine?" "You know what?! I'm glad your son's dead! That brat deserved it!!" This woman was hopeless. Not worth my breath. I grabbed my cracked phone. Headed downstairs. Monica yelled, "Stop her! She's calling the cops!" Jenna scoffed. "So what? Sienna can't go to jail anyway." "You 1d1ot! If she reports us, we'll have to pay!" Jenna's face twisted in disgust. "David, look at the wife you picked. Her own son just died and she's already scheming to bleed us dry!" David's face went dark. He chased after me. But I'd already sent the text to my parents. He lunged. Grabbed my phone. When he saw what I'd sent, he slapped me hard across the face. "I told you this is a family issue! Why are you calling the cops?" "My brother's family is already struggling. Are you really trying to ruin them? I never knew you were this heartless!" I clutched my c/h/est. Laughed bitterly. Yeah. I'm heartless. I even wish they'd all drop dead. But I didn't say a word. I just kept walking downstairs. Because I had to know. Who was that baby? I already had a sinking feeling. But I didn't want to believe it...

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I was reborn. Sent back to the day my niece threw my son off the third floor and killed him. I didn't hesitate. I immediately had my parents come pick him up. But the second I stepped through my mother-in-law's front door that same day, another baby was thrown from upstairs. Blood stained the ground...