The Female ME Hears the Dead

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Lila, the new medical examiner, claimed she could hear the dead. During an autopsy, she suddenly wept. He was only thirty, she cried. His wife left him, his son is very ill, and he died in agony on a construction site.
She whispered, His wifes name is Laura. Even after being betrayed, he still loves her Hes begging her to care for their son.
All eyes turned to me. My name is Laura.
I called it a coincidenceuntil the autopsy report confirmed every detail Lila had described. Just then, the victims son rushed in and called me "Mommy!"
Ive never had a child.
My fianc Jack accused me of hiding an ex. Colleagues scorned me. I was fired. Stunned, I wandered outside and was hit by a car.
When I woke, I was backback to the day the new examiner made her unbelievable claim

Lilas tragically beautiful voice filled the autopsy theater. "This is just awful. He was only thirty years old... to lose his life like this."
The other examiners froze, their eyes fixed on her.
"Lila, what are you talking about?"
"We haven't even received the victim's file yet. How do you know he was thirty?"
Her words only made Lilas performance more convincing. She choked back a sob. "I don't just know his age. I know how he died..."
Skeptical glances were exchanged, but Lila, lost in her tragic trance, continued.
"His wife ran off with another man. His son was born with kidney failure. He was trying to earn money for the surgery, working a dangerous construction job, when a rebar pierced straight through his organs. Massive hemorrhaging, cardiopulmonary shock... he bled out in agony."
"With his last breath, he whispered his wife's name. He wanted to tell her... that even after she betrayed him, he never stopped loving her!"
"He died trying to save their son. All he wants now is for his wife to honor what they once had and take care of their poor boy."
"His son... he's only seven, just old enough for first grade. He hoped she would come back, get him through the surgery, and walk him to his first day of school..."
As Lilas heart-wrenching monologue went on, the world around me seemed to warp and shimmer.
I knew, with a chilling certainty, that I had been reborn.
A colleague noticed my daze. "Laura? Are you okay? You look pale."
Before I could answer, Lila, her eyes red and accusing, cut in. "I know why Laura's so upset. It's because the dead man's wife... is you. Laura!"
A collective gasp went through the room. "Lila, have you lost your mind? Laura's not even married, how could she have a kid?"
But as they started to chide Lila for her baseless accusations, an email alert pinged. The victim's official file from the CID had arrived.
One of my colleagues opened it. His face went slack with shock. The others crowded around his monitor, their murmurs turning into stunned silence. After a long moment, they stared at Lila, their expressions a mixture of awe and disbelief.
"No... way. It's exactly... word for word... what Lila just said."
Lila let out a long, weary sigh, as if burdened by a great gift. "I wasn't making it up," she said softly. "Everything I said was true."
She paused for dramatic effect.
"Because I can hear the voices of the dead."
The statement hung in the air, electric.
Every eye in the room landed on me.
After the file had so perfectly validated her story, they were believers. They believed Lila had a supernatural gift.
Staring back at their probing faces, the memories of my past lifemy first lifecame flooding back. Lila's claim. Her accusation that I was the runaway wife of the victim, David Miller. My feeble attempts to deny it. Then David Miller's son arriving, clinging to my leg, wailing, "Mommy, why did you leave me?"
I had never been pregnant. It was impossible. But just as I was about to demand a DNA test, my own fianc, my boss Jack, had torn into me, calling me a monster. "No wonder you never wanted to talk about your past! Laura, you're disgusting!"
Scorned by everyone, I was summarily dismissed from the department, told that a forensic examiner with such a depraved moral compass was a stain on their reputation. The day I was fired, I was a ghost, wandering aimlessly until a car's headlights filled my vision.
Snapping back to the present, I forced a calm I didn't feel into my voice.
"Laura is a common name," I said, looking directly at Lila. "There are thousands of us. What makes you so certain his wife is me?"
Unfazed, Lila met my gaze, her eyes welling with manufactured pity.
"Laura, I was trying to spare you the embarrassment. But if you're going to deny it... I have no choice."
"The victim didn't just tell me his wife's name. He told me what she did for a living. Her profession is identical to yours."
I opened my mouth to argue, but another sharp ping cut through the tension. The full autopsy report was complete.
Every head turned to the main screen.
And then, a collective intake of breath. The results were, once again, a perfect match for Lilas clairvoyant account.
Cause of death: internal organ perforation, massive hemorrhage, cardiopulmonary shock. Died in excruciating pain.
The room fell silent. My colleagues stared at me, their initial skepticism hardening into cold judgment.
Lila's voice, thick with emotion, broke the silence. "Now do you believe me?" she asked the room. "I knew how he died before the report was even finished, all from his final thoughts. This proves I'm not lying!"
The implication landed like a sledgehammer.
"If Lila isn't lying..." someone whispered, "...then Laura is."
"I can't believe it. She really is his runaway wife. And they have a kid that old..."
Lila shot me a look, a flicker of dark triumph in her eyes. I remembered that same look from my last life, and a cold fury rose in my chest.
But before I could expose her, a commotion erupted outside the autopsy theater doors.
Curious, a colleague opened the door to find a small boy throwing a tantrum in the hallway.
I recognized him instantly. He was the boy who had clung to my leg and called me "Mommy" in my past life.
I tried to step back, out of sight, but it was too late. The boy saw the open door and bolted inside.
He ran first to the gurney, sobbing, "Daddy!" Then, his eyes found me.
He stared for a second, a look of shocked recognition on his face, before launching himself at me, wrapping his arms around my legs in a death grip. "Mommy... Mommy... please don't leave me again!"
Without waiting for a response, the boy grabbed my hand, trying to drag me toward the body on the table.
His voice was hoarse from crying. "Mommy, Daddy was talking about you this morning! He said he just needed to save up a little more money before he came to find you, so you wouldn't think he was poor and run away again."
"But Daddy... he worked too hard... he had an accident... he died on the job!"
"Waaah! Mommy, please don't abandon me! Daddy's gone because of you! Please just say you're my mom! Don't make me an orphan with no mommy and no daddy!"
The boy's anguish was so palpable it swayed half the room.
They started turning on me. "Laura, this is just wrong. How can you stand there and watch your own son suffer like this?"
I wrenched my hand away from the boy's grasp. "Are you all out of your minds?" I said, my voice sharp with disbelief. "I've never been pregnant. How could I have a child this old?"
"Besides," I added, my voice rising, "I'm engaged to Jack! If I were married with a son, why would I be planning to marry someone else?"
My words gave them a moment's pause. This was a professional forensic lab, not a daytime talk show.
A more neutral colleague stepped forward. "Okay, kiddo, I think you might be confused," he said gently. "Come with me. I'll help you arrange for your dad to be taken to the funeral home."
He reached for the boy, but the child clung to my leg even tighter.
"You are my mommy! Why won't you say it?" he shrieked, tears and snot streaming down his face. "I already lost my daddy... I can't lose you too..."
"Mommy, please don't leave me, please... wahhh..."
His desperate, heart-rending cries shattered the last vestiges of doubt in the room. The raw, primal need for a parent... it couldn't be faked.
Another colleague, unable to watch any longer, spoke up. "Laura, this is shameful. You're the man's next of kin, and you're standing here pretending to be a stranger while we dissect him?"
"And you have the nerve to say you've never been pregnant when your son is right here..."
The accusations were identical to my past life. I gritted my teeth. "I've told you, I have never been pregnant, and this is not my child. Falsely accusing someone is a serious offense!"
My threat was met with a sudden, sharp laugh.
It was Lila.
"Laura, your acting is superb," she said, shaking her head in mock admiration. "You don't belong in forensics; you should be in Hollywood. The boy is literally calling you 'Mommy,' and you're still playing dumb. You've got some serious nerve."
Her words tipped the scales. The looks I received from my colleagues were now laced with pure contempt.
Before I could retort, Lila walked over to the boy and knelt beside him. "Don't you worry, sweetie," she cooed. "Even if your mother won't acknowledge you, your Auntie Lila will get you justice."
She looked back up at me. "Alright, Laura, that's enough. If you have a shred of decency left, you'll take your son home and raise him properly."
"We're all colleagues here. If you admit your mistake now, we won't take this any further."
A chorus of agreement rose from the others.
"She's right, Laura. It's not too late to make things right."
"The boy is so pitiful. As his mother, don't you feel anything?"
Facing their unanimous condemnation, I took a deep, steadying breath, suppressing the storm of emotions inside me. "I'll say it one last time. I have never been pregnant, and he is not my son. If you continue with these baseless accusations, I will sue every single one of you for slander."
After my declaration, I shoved the boy off my leg.
I turned to leave, but my path was blocked. My fianc, Jack, the head of our team, stood in the doorway.
He took in the bizarre, tense atmosphere. "Is the autopsy report finished? What are you all doing just standing around?" he barked. "Our job is to speak for the dead, not stand around collecting a paycheck!"
His reprimand soured the mood even further.
Lila immediately stepped forward. "Chief, you're just in time. The report is done, but... there's been a complication. It concerns your fiance, Laura..."
Seeing Lila's dramatic pause, Jack pressed her for details. Without hesitation, Lila and the others recounted the entire, sordid story.
As he listened, Jack's face turned a sickly shade of green.
He stared at me, his brow furrowed in a deep, painful line. "No wonder," he breathed. "No wonder you always shut down when I asked about your past."
"You already had a kid with some other guy out there, and you lied to me, telling me you were single!"
Ignoring my attempts to interject, he walked over to the boy and crouched down. "Son," he asked, his voice low and serious, "are you absolutely sure that Laura is your mother?"
The boy nodded, his voice trembling with a convincing mix of fear and sincerity.
"Yes, sir. I'm sure."
"But... Mommy thinks Daddy is too poor. She doesn't like him... and she doesn't like me..."
That was all Jack needed to hear. His face contorted with rage.
"To have a child and not raise it... women like you should be put in front of a firing squad!"
As Jack's words hung in the air, Lila added her own condemnation.
"Laura, you are morally bankrupt. I'm ashamed to even call you a colleague!"
"This child is seven and has kidney failure! It's obviously because of long-term neglect. If he had grown up with a loving mother taking care of him, he would be a healthy, happy boy, not... not this!"
Facing the same wall of disgust and hatred from my previous life, I took a deep breath and looked Jack in the eye.
"Jack, we've been together for three years. We're about to get married. You know me better than anyone. You know I would never be involved with another man, let alone have his child."
"Before we got engaged, your parents did a background check on me. If there was anything to find, they would have found it..."
Jack's eyes blazed with crimson fury.
"Don't you dare bring my parents into this!" he roared. "Do you have any idea what I did for you? Because you 'didn't want to talk about the past,' I got on my knees and begged them not to investigate you!"
"And all along, you had another man, and a seven-year-old son with him! What have you done to me? I can't believe you'd be so shameless as to use my parents as a shield when you know perfectly well they never looked into you!"
His outburst silenced the entire room.
Everyone stared at me with revulsion, instinctively taking a step away.
Lila pushed the boy's hand into mine. "It's over, Laura," she said, her expression grave. "Stop denying it. Just take your son and your husband's body and go."
"We were colleagues, after all. I truly don't want to see you abandon your family. I'm just trying to help you find your way back..."
The others chimed in, their voices a chorus of judgment.
"Yeah, Laura, just go. And don't come back to work until you've sorted this mess out. None of us want to work with someone who has no morals."
"Laura, if you have any conscience left, take that poor boy to a hospital. Give your husband a proper burial. It's not too late to atone for your sins!"
As their accusations rained down on me, my body began to tremble.
But this time, it wasn't from fear. It was the thrill of the counterattack.
I lifted my head and met their gazes, my voice ringing out clear and strong.
"You all really believe it, don't you? That I had a child out of wedlock, abandoned him and his father, and ran off with someone else?"
"I'll say it again. Slandering me like this will have legal consequences."
At the mention of the law, their expressions soured even further. They thought I was threatening them.
Jack looked at me as if I were something vile he'd scraped off his shoe.
"Laura, all the evidence points to you being a deadbeat mother and a cheating wife. As of this moment, I am officially breaking off our engagement!"
As soon as he finished, Lila added, "Just go, Laura. Take the boy. You can still salvage this. Think of how pitiful he is..."
But before she could finish her saintly plea, I cut her off.
The timing felt just right. A slow, cold smile spread across my lips.
"Shut your filthy mouth," I said to Lila, each word dripping with ice.
Then, I turned and called out towards the door of the autopsy theater.
"You can come out now!"

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