My name is Thea Bell and I was murdered.
I always assumed that death was the end. So when my life was cruelly taken away from me, I never thought I would get a second chance to say what I needed to.
But then I was given a choice, a choice that allowed me to see the people I had left behind, and I knew I had to take it.
I wanted to say a proper goodbye. I needed justice for what happened to me.
But even in death, things rarely go to plan.
I never expected to meet him. I didn't anticipate falling in love. I hadn't considered the repercussions of coming back. I never realized I would put another person in danger.
I didn't know my actions were going to haunt us forever.
My name is Detective Aiden Mercer, and I think I have gone insane.
I am seeing the murder victim of my current case alive and in the flesh, and that is simply not possible.
I can see her, hear her, touch her. She’s real to me, however I know this cannot be real. Right?
But try telling my heart that, because as I grow closer to catching Thea’s killer, I also fall deeper into trouble.
Because love is rarely anything but trouble and I know this love will haunt me forever.
I always assumed that death was the end. So when my life was cruelly taken away from me, I never thought I would get a second chance to say what I needed to.
But then I was given a choice, a choice that allowed me to see the people I had left behind, and I knew I had to take it.
I wanted to say a proper goodbye. I needed justice for what happened to me.
But even in death, things rarely go to plan.
I never expected to meet him. I didn't anticipate falling in love. I hadn't considered the repercussions of coming back. I never realized I would put another person in danger.
I didn't know my actions were going to haunt us forever.
My name is Detective Aiden Mercer, and I think I have gone insane.
I am seeing the murder victim of my current case alive and in the flesh, and that is simply not possible.
I can see her, hear her, touch her. She’s real to me, however I know this cannot be real. Right?
But try telling my heart that, because as I grow closer to catching Thea’s killer, I also fall deeper into trouble.
Because love is rarely anything but trouble and I know this love will haunt me forever.
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Excerpt
I leave Aiden scanning over the boxes,
moving back through my house and taking time to look over the photos I have
hanging up. It’s strange how I had them along my walls, in my eye line for
years yet never took the time to look at them. I used the photos as decoration
instead of a reminder of the good times I shared with friends and family as
well as the few amazing places I got to visit.
I take my time now, smiling at the
memories sparked of Flynn, laughing at the reminders of the fun times we shared
and yearning for the places I will never get to visit. I had a list of
countries and activities I wanted to do for my summer vacation. I wanted to
take at least one trip every summer and slowly work away at the list. Now I’ll
never get to see any of those places, never have the chance to skydive in New
Zealand, eat gelato in Italy, or go skiing in Switzerland. The most exciting
thing I managed is a school field trip to New Orleans where we toured the main
tourist destinations, and I ate beignets and gumbo.
I shake my head, slowly moving through
the lower level of my house, checking over the mess made from the forensics
people who appear to have coated every surface looking for foreign
fingerprints. I don’t find anything suspicious here or out of place. There is nothing
I can see that is missing, and nothing screams to me that there is a clue here.
While I’m disheartened to still have nothing to give Aiden to go on, I stare up
my staircase, knowing I will need to check up there, too.
With each step, my legs grow heavier.
Soon, I’m dragging my feet. I purposely check every other room, leaving my
bedroom for last. I’m dreading what will happen when I glance back inside that
room. I feel ill as I approach the still ajar door.
I know I need to get this over with. I
might remember something about the murderer in there. If anything is going to
be amiss that might help us figure out who my killer is, it will be in my
bedroom.
But how am I supposed to enter the room
where I lost my life?
The room where I was beaten and violated?
Even if it means catching my killer,
can I face what I might see in there? Do I really want that memory etched into
my brain? Isn’t already having a good idea what I went through bad enough?
Then again, what if he is out there
right now, terrorizing other women? What if my reluctance to walk into this
room means another person will lose their life?
I take a deep breath, my hand reaching
out to push the door open.
“You don’t have to go in there,” Aiden
tells me.
I glance over my shoulder, seeing both
worry and fury in his eyes. “I do.” I sound more sure then I feel, but I force
my feet forward. Within two steps, I am standing inside my bedroom.
Jessica
Frances
Jessica Frances was born and raised in South
Australia, quite possibly born with a book in her hand already. An avid reader
her whole life, a pen finally appeared in her hand and she began her journey
writing her own stories. The voices in her head have not slowed down and
hopefully they never will.
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