I GRABBED ONTO THE SIXTH GATE in passing. The material was slick and wet, and my fingers slid off it almost immediately. My fingernail tore, sending a sharp pain through me.
I wouldn’t make it. I knew that much. Even if I put everything I had behind it, the current was too strong.
This was it.
I only had a few regrets. Not being able to save my friends. Not being able to tell Alex that I still wanted to be with him. That I forgave him. Not being able to save Sarah all those years ago. Not owning up about it to Zach, instead of just running away. Not being able to say goodbye.
Not being able to kick Angela Mortimer’s ass straight into the afterlife.
On reaching the seventh gate, I made another attempt. Forming my fingers into claws, I grabbed onto the gate. I had grip, for about a seco
