Reborn to Avenge My Daughter The Night My Mother-in-Law Locked the Door

My daughter's heart had stopped after being electrocuted, and she needed immediate medical attention. But my mother-in-law locked the bedroom door from the outside.

"Your room is such a mess. Do you want people to laugh at you?"

"Mop the floor, send me a photo for inspection, and I'll unlock the door once it passes."

I was so furious I could barely breathe.

I swallowed my rage and tried to explain the situation. I begged my husband to make her open the door.

He put in a few half-hearted words, but she didn't budge.

Not only did she refuse to open the door, she turned on a signal jammer so I couldn't call the police.

Then she blocked the ambulance outside the gate. And my daughter was left to die, minute by agonizing minute.

Only after my daughter was gone did my mother-in-law offer her snide little apology.

"How was I supposed to know it was that serious? I just didn't want anyone making fun of you."

"Besides, you could've just mopped the floor but you refused. When you really think about it, this is your fault."

I wanted to drag her down with me.

But my husband held me back, his eyes darting everywhere but my face.

"She's gone. Nothing's going to bring her back. You love kids so much, we can always have another one."

The world spun. And then it clicked. Every last bit of it had been deliberate.

But I got a second chance.

This time, when my mother-in-law stood on the other side of the door demanding I mop, I wasn't in any rush.

The only difference was this:

The one crying wouldn't be me. It would be her.

I.

I carried Lily Abbott into the smaller bedroom of the master suite and rocked her to sleep, then gently removed her hearing aids.

The moment I set them down, a heavy thud echoed from the main bedroom.

I hurried out, locked the smaller bedroom behind me, and then I saw him. Dick Butler was sprawled on the floor, convulsing. Within seconds, foam gathered at the corners of his mouth and he went still.

This wasn't the first time I'd seen this.

So I grabbed a wooden chair and used it to shove the short-circuiting toy away from his hand, then pressed my palm to his chest.

I wasn't a doctor, but I'd taken emergency first-aid training more than once.

The verdict was immediate.

Dick had been electrocuted. His heart had stopped. He needed a hospital, now.

Before I could do anything else, Kate Cobb's knocking rattled the door. She didn't barge in the way she usually did. Instead, she spoke through the door, a thin note of anticipation threading through her voice.

"Maisie Acevedo, I thought I heard something fall in there."

"What are you two doing?"

I let the panic flood into my voice.

"Mom."

"Something's wrong. That toy you got for Lily had a short circuit!"

"Dick's been electrocuted. He's unconscious. I checked, and I think his heart's stopped. I already called an ambulance."

"I need to start CPR right now. Go to the garage. There's a new AED in my car. Bring it up. We have to keep him alive until help gets here."

"Cardiac arrest only gives you a few minutes. Any longer and it's too late."

Silence.

Then Kate Cobb nearly laughed out loud.

She didn't hesitate for a single second. She turned the new lock she'd had installed and bolted the entire suite from the outside.

"Maisie, it's not that I don't understand what's urgent and what isn't."

"But I heard more than just a person hitting the floor. I also heard the late-night snack I prepared for you two go crashing down. That room must be an absolute disaster right now."

"So clean it up first."

"Otherwise, what will people think?"

I almost laughed.

A man in cardiac arrest, every second ticking down between life and death, and the condition for unlocking the door was a freshly mopped floor. No clean room, no way out. No paramedics in.

But I wasn't surprised. And I wasn't in any rush.