Breaking Fate To Save A Ghost

When I opened my eyes again, I realized I had been pulled back—shoved, really—into the sweltering humidity of the summer that changed everything. The day Laura was supposed to tell me she loved me.

In my previous life, a diagnosis of ALS at forty had scribbled a hurried, cruel period at the end of my story. As I lay dying, Laura had clung to me, her voice breaking into a thousand jagged pieces. She told me that in the next life, she would find a way to protect Parker. She wouldn’t let him slip away again.