Kate Edwards lay dying on the floor in her home, her body and her mind pulling her in two different directions. Her body begged for release from the pain, asking Kate to just let go. But her mind rejected the idea, insisting that she hold on to her mortality for as long as possible. Letting go meant saying goodbye permanently — to him.
Kate found herself in the mysterious inbetween, stuck in neither the land of the living nor the dead. And the more seconds passed, the more things turned fuzzier. She wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. She was losing too much blood — her organs wouldn’t be able to function, would start shutting down. She was already experiencing the first stages of shock. She was taking greedy breaths, short and shallow, that didn’t offer much relief. Her body felt cold, as if it would never be warm again.
With her life seeping out of her body, Kate felt powerless. Being psychic hadn’t been enough to protect her from a knife-wielding maniac. Someone had wanted her dead, and now his wish was being fulfilled. She would die without knowing who was behind her murder and why he had targeted her.
Kate closed her eyes for possibly the last time, and two distinct voices called to her, both giving her directives that her confused brain couldn’t completely understand. The male voice called to her heart, urging her to fight with everything she had. To not give in, no matter how bad everything seemed at the moment. He would always be there, waiting for her.
The feminine voice was softer but equally persistent. She assured Kate that she didn’t have to hurt anymore. This wasn’t going to be the end for her. There was so much more out there. Her spirit was too strong to simply disappear.
Kate didn’t want to make that choice. She simply wanted to travel back in time and get a do-over before she died. Dying with regrets was the worst thing, and knowing that she would never be able to go back and fix the wrongs she had done against those she loved hurt the most. Her flaws had been her undoing. She had been arrogant, thinking that supernatural powers made her untouchable. The pain she had felt as the knife tore through her delicate skin had been very real.
Her grounding in the mortal world slipped even more. She was moving on and wouldn’t have a chance to say goodbye. She brought up his beautiful face in her mind once more and held onto the image. Her love for him was what she planned to hold onto as she floated away from her former life. She was leaving him behind, but somehow took comfort in the knowledge that maybe their love would still survive.