Tod said, taking my hand as I sank into the waiting-room chair next to him. “Rough day at school?” “Mandatory counseling. And I got mobbed in the hall between first and second period.” He rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. “You’d think they’ve never seen a murder victim returned from the dead to reclaim the souls of the fallen and grant them eternal rest.” “Well, when you say it like that…” “Just give them some time, Kaylee. Eventually you’ll be old news again, and life will go back to normal.” Tod shrugged. “Except you won’t actually be living it.” “Not helping.” There was a time when I’d thought it would be nice to be noticed. To stand out, like Emma or Sophie. Now I stood out, but for all the wrong reasons. Anonymity was a luxury I’d never expected to miss. I ran my thumb over the back of Tod’s hand.
