I leaned against the corner of the wall, my phone still displaying the number I had yet to dial.
This number belonged to Sheldon Morgan, the man I'd saved on a winding mountain road in my past life.
He'd been trapped after a car crash that year, thick smoke billowing everywhere. I'd risked my life to drag him out of the wreckage.
When he woke up, he clutched my hand and said, "I owe you my life. You can come to me for anything in this lifetime."
I never dialed this number once in my past life, not even before I died.
But this time around, for Dylan, I had to make the call.
My finger just pressed the dial button when steady, heavy footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway.
"No need to call," a deep male voice rang out. "I'm already here."
I snapped my head up sharply.
Sheldon w
