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Death of a Sinner

Blurb

Death. The end of the life of a living organism. Final.

Except death isn’t always final. Sometimes ghosts come back to haunt you. Until they quickly learn that they would have been better off dead.

After all, everyone knows some secrets should just stay buried.

Chapter One

Her chest rises and falls with each breath. Watching Cammi sleep is one of my favourite pastimes. As long as her chest is moving, her heart is beating.

I still see her lifeless body on the ground of the university campus. It’s an image I’ll never be able to forget. An experience I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure I never relive.

For as long as I can remember, I thought I wasn’t the type of person who could be loved. Sure, my brothers all love me, but we’re not an overly affectionate kind of family. But with Cammi, it’s different. I’ve never felt the kind of love she has for me.

I always knew she was my ride or die. My wife is my biggest cheerleader. There isn’t anything I could do that would make her love me less. Trust me, in the beginning, I tried. I didn’t want to drag her down with me. I didn’t want her to have to sacrifice a normal life for me.

Because I’m fucked up beyond repair. There is no fixing my head. I’m better. Every day I’m a little better. When she’s around. I’m sure if I saw a shrink, they would tell me I have a co-dependency with my wife at an all-time unhealthy level. Good thing I’ll never visit a shrink.

I get up from the sofa, pick up my tin, and walk out of the bedroom. I was doing well. The nightmares were less frequent. And then a goddamn fucking ghost reared its ugly head and messed me up again.

Gio tells me to leave it dead. He says that nothing good can come from digging up secrets that were long buried. He doesn’t know what I know, though. He doesn’t have the questions floating around in his head constantly.