When I woke, my vision was blurred.
Not darkness—more like a wash of light I couldn’t bring into focus.
The ceiling seemed to sway. Or maybe it was my eyes.
I tried to speak. Only a faint, breathy sound slipped out of my throat—no matter how hard I pushed, all I could manage was a soft, broken “ah… ah.”
I moved my hand. It lifted.
And at that instant, I was fully awake.
—No.
These were a baby’s hands.
Was I… in an infant’s body?
Memories gradually came back to me. I remember it happened the moment I walked out of the courthouse.
A divorce case had just ended. I helped that woman win custody of her daughter, along with a sum of financial support enough for her to start her life over. She stayed by my side thanking me, sincere and warm.
I sincerely wished her well too, hoping she
