I Died Over a Piece of Birthday Cake

Today is my twenty-eighth birthday.

My husband went out of his way to buy my favorite mango cake.

At the restaurant, a little boy from the next table was egged on by his mother to come over and ask for a slice. I was reluctant, but out of basic courtesy, I gave him a piece.

The result was a severe allergic reaction. The boy went into anaphylactic shock and died in the emergency room. His grieving father stormed into my house and stabbed me to death in a fit of absolute rage.

Then I opened my eyes, waking up exactly in the moment before I handed that cake over.

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