The Man She Left to Die in the Sand

I was reborn on the day I got buried in a sand pit.

My wife of seven years leaned over the edge of the hole and screamed down at me.

"The rope is down. Tie it around Stellan first. You're strong. You can hold on another five minutes."

In my last life, I grabbed it first.

Stellan ended up brain-damaged from oxygen deprivation.

She forced me to work sixteen-hour days to pay off the debt. "Stellan is your fault. You did this. Why don't you just die?"

In the end, my leg bone rotted away. She threw me out of the hospital. I died alone in a basement that leaked when it rained.