“I am home. I have friends and a job and a life here.”
“You know what I mean. You’ve made a good life for yourself, but this isn’t home. It’s not where your family is, where you grew up.”
“Home is where the heart is, right? I feel safe here.” I’d never feel safe in America again.
“Things have changed since you left. Massachusetts is far more advanced than most of the rest of the country.”
“But I’m dead,” I said. She couldn’t argue with that.
“Actually, you won’t be for much longer,” she said.
Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I blinked at her for a long moment. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“After I ran into you in September, I started the process to have your death certificate rescinded. You’re alive, and your name shouldn’t be listed on the plaques with the victims o
