Memories From a Dead Girl

When I called Chloe, I didn't tell her about my dream. Maybe I should have. Regret pulled at me as I got ready to meet her. If Olivia was still alive, I never would have done anything like this. I wasn't the guy who went behind his girlfriend's back to meet her sister.

Except now I was, because Olivia wasn't here any longer.

"Well, fuck," I breathed as I gabbed my keys. "I really am an asshole."