Wild Card

Steve I died nine months ago. My heart was still buried six feet under. Being labeled a widower at thirty was too kind. I was a ghost. Eat. Sleep. Work. Repeat. Until she crashed into my life without warning. Erica Three seconds changed everything. Now I was starting over. New town. New house. New neighbor--one who didn't seem particularly excited for me to be around. Not that I could blame him. He saw me on the worst day of my life. But it looked like life had one more wild card for me. Contains mature themes.