Chapter 8: Close in Spirit
“From the day you’re born,” Emily West said, “you start dying. We’re allowed so many years, so many days, and the day you’re born you’ve already used up one of them.”
Charming thought. Guy leaned back in his chair to better assess this lovely twenty-eight-year-old woman wearing dark glasses and sitting across from him. With her short hair, dressed in a fashionable black sweater and slacks, and with her thin frame, Guy thought she could easily be a model. On the outside she seemed to exude a kind of natural intelligence, plenty of confidence, and gave the impression of someone in control of her life, someone comfortable in her own skin. Yet Guy knew better. Emily West wanted to change her life drastically, and along with it, what she referred to as “my goddamned
