When we entered the mortuary, I was already very tense, but for all the wrong reasons. Luke glanced at me and said, “If you can’t even handle this, maybe you should go back”
I grimaced at him in response. At first, I thought that he was merely chiding me but now that I take a closer look at him, he looked genuinely concerned for me. I was uncomfortable, but not by the corpses surrounding us, but rather by the fact that the both of us were alone and I didn’t want to slip up anything accidently in front of a man who knew me from my earlier life because I still don’t know what our relation was. Were we friends or lovers or even enemies? Why was it that just his very presence bothered me? On the one I wanted to get close to close to find out about my past life about on the other hand, I wante
