It’s Magical Thinking with capital letters, in blinking neon lights.
It’s a theory that goes like this:
Maybe I’m not the only one who thinks my dead husband has returned to me in the body of another man.
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“Megan? Your face is all funny. You need some water or somethin’?”
Coop is concerned. He should be, because I’m about two seconds away from a full-blown meltdown. The words Theo wrote me appear in my mind like vapor, as if breathed there by a ghost.
What I’d have to say if we talked about the problem wouldn’t be romantic, or funny. It would be scary as hell.
And let’s not forget this award-winning mind f**k: How can you remember someone you’ve never met?
My mental illness supplies a smug answer: Because you knew them in another life.
“I have to go now.” I rise unsteadily to my
