I thought I had it figured out. I was wrong.
Proving I’m the Angel of Mercy is turning into a shitshow of epic proportions.
Not too long ago, I was a 40-year-old gal with a stable and boring life ahead of me. Now? Not so much. I have celestial siblings who are no walk in the park. Their decisions can destroy my future.
And of course, my predecessor has given me a month to do the impossible or I’ll lose everything that means anything to me.
Gluing ghosts back together is turning out to be the easiest part of my job.
Fine. If this is my fate, I accept. Nothing is impossible if you believe.
I choose to believe.