Death isn't always the end. My death wasn't right. It wasn't fair or just. My murder was a punishment I hadn't deserved, and killing me affected my fated mate much worse than anyone could have expected. I am allowed to continue in the land of the dead, not living but not gone, while he lives a half-life. A lonely one, empty of love. I see him. I watch him. I know he misses me every day. I miss him too. So...