Part 2Reborn, Why The Explosion Still Happened

The nuts in my hand scattered across the floor. I stood frozen in place.

Impossible. I had clearly sunk the electric scooter in the pond. How could there still be an explosion?

I rushed out the door. Thick smoke billowed from the direction of the village entrance, flames shooting into the sky.

Neighbors screamed as they ran toward it. I followed, running.

My legs went weak, my heart pounded like a drum.

The scene was even more horrific than in my previous life.

That Maybach was truly burning, crackling and popping with explosive sounds.

Beside the car, two charred bodies lay on the ground, faces beyond recognition.

"Call the police!"

"Whose electric scooter is this? Why is it parked here charging?"

"Looks like it belongs to the girl from the Reynolds family. I saw her pushing it this morning!"

Everyone turned to stare at me in unison.

I opened my mouth but couldn't make a sound.

This was impossible. My electric scooter was in the pond. How could it be here? How could it have exploded?

"Rachel! Is this your electric scooter?" The car owner, Mr. Lewis, crawled out of the vehicle, blood covering his face. He screamed at me hysterically:

"I'll kill you! This is my brand new Maybach! Three hundred thousand dollars! You owe me three hundred thousand!"

I backed away repeatedly, my mind blank.

In my previous life, the explosion was fake. How had it become real in this life?

And my electric scooter was clearly at the bottom of the pond. Why would it appear here?

"It wasn't me..." I mumbled, "My electric scooter isn't here..."

"You're still making excuses!" Mrs.from next door pointed at my nose and cursed, "I saw you with my own eyes this morning pushing your electric scooter out. If it's not yours, whose is it?"

"Exactly! Who else around here has a red electric scooter besides you?"

"Murderer! Pay with your life!"

The crowd surrounded me, shoving and cursing. The abuse nearly drowned me—worse than in my previous life.

But at least in my previous life, I knew it was fake.

Now, two lives had truly died right before my eyes. The Maybach was truly burning.

"Rachel, what's going on?" My parents and brother pushed through the crowd.

Dad's face was ashen. Mom sat down hard on the ground, slapping her thighs and wailing:

"Dear God, what do we do? Our family will be ruined!"

My brother Brandon and his girlfriend stood to the side, eyes shifty, not daring to look at me.

The exact same scene as my previous life.

But this time, the explosion was real. The deaths were real. Did they not know?

"Rachel, is it really your electric scooter?" Brandon came over, lowering his voice.

"Didn't you push it to town for repairs this morning? How could it be here?"

I stared hard into his eyes, looking for any sign of deception. But I only saw panic.