The girl I met when we were nine is now the woman who said “yes” to being my wife.
But Josie’s not planning our wedding; she’s too consumed by things that happened over a century ago.
She has terrible dreams and unrelenting visions of the unspeakable. I believe her, but I don’t understand her.
If I can’t understand her, I can’t stop her.
If I can’t stop her, I can’t save us.
And without us … well, I can’t imagine that world.
The Life, #4