Chapter 1The day of my death had started out as normal, in so much as I could call my existence that since I’d acquired the ability to speak with ghosts and seemingly travel to other realms. By the time those twenty-four hours reached their end, however, despite searching my racing thoughts for any other possible explanation, I couldn’t help but wonder if my offbeat life had reached its end as well, an end or a new beginning, perhaps.
“What…what happened?”
I opened my eyes. Though the visual was hazy, I immediately heard a cardinal—twelve tweets, twelve notes. More than a bit disoriented, I wasn’t sure where I was, but I just had a feeling.
“Jefferson?”
“Yes.”
An angel made sense, with the light so golden around and behind me. I had to stop thinking of Jefferson and Calvin as ghosts,
