Mirabe was a ssic underachiever, the kind of student who seemed destined to flunk out. yet now she’d pulled aplete 180 and was topping the ss. She was once the soft–spoken kid in school, a ma for bullies, but now shemanded respect and admiration from everyone… Her life’s trajectory was a far cry from the path she had tread in his previous life.


    Could it be that Mirabe had been <b>reborn</b>, too?


    This thought had crossed Summer’s mind more than once, but every time she faced Mirabe’s cool, detached demeanor, she felt like Mirabe was clueless about everything. This made Summer dismiss the idea.


    Yet, everything about Mirabe had changed since she returned to the Davis family from the countryside. In her past life, she would have never <b>set </b>foot in Parkside High School, let alonepete in the BrainSpark Nationals or snag a schrship spot at Prestige College. Now<i>, </i>not only was she attending Parkside High School, but she was excelling in an eerie, abnormal way that made it hard not to suspect something was up.


    If Summer could be reborn, then it was possible for Mirabe as well.


    Summer ran her hands through her hair, feeling a surge of resentment. It seemed so unfair Mirabe was given a second chance at life. Why did she have to be reborn after returning to the Gilbert family?


    The Gilberts were no match for the Davises. If only Summer hadn’t returned to the Gilbert family and Mirabe had remained their daughter, things might have been better.


    Summer closed her eyes, forcing herself not to dwell on what couldn’t be changed. With the memories of her past life, she was determined to carve her own path out of adversity. As for Mirabe, Summer could only hope that her suspicions were unfounded.


    Tonight was bound to be sleepless.


    Emmitt was restless, too, standing on his balcony. His gaze was drifting into the darkness of the neighborhood, as bleak as the depths of his own thoughts.


    He’d seen the post his father shared on social media. That photo seemed to mock his past naivety,ughing at the fact that he had so foolishly misjudged his own sister.


    Staring at the post, he was at a loss for what to think or do next. No matter what actions he took now, he couldn’t undo the hurt his doubts and misunderstandings had caused.


    Especiallytely, he couldn’t shake the image of Mirabe’s cold eves, silently using or perhaps mocking him, making himck the courage to face the Davis family again – because he was the one who had erred.


    His presence would only disturb the tranquil atmosphere at home.


    Rubbing his tired eyes, Emmitt reached into his pocket and pulled out an empty cigarette pack. Noticing the pile of butts at his feet, he tossed the pack onto the balcony with a


    <b>10:45 </b>


    self–deprecating chuckle before finally heading back inside.


    The next morning, Mirabe got up and went through her morning routine before heading. downstairs.


    In the living room, her eyes fell on a trophy in the ss cab and the certificates jarringly adorning the wall, disrupting the home’s aesthetic.


    Her father was engrossed in the morning paper and noticed her gaze on the trophy. Recalling. the enviousments praising his parenting skills on social media from the night before, pride beamed across his face. Suddenly remembering something, he said, “Mira, your mother and I discussed itst night and decided to throw a celebration party for you. You should invite your ssmates and friends.”


    He was eager to showcase his daughter’s achievements to the world.