By the next morning, I had become a national tragedy. It was impressive what death could do for a girl's reputation. While I was alive, I had been unstable, vulgar, jealous, manipulative, and desperate to marry Theo Mercer. Once I was dead, I became "the long

The woman who screamed in the morgue dropped her clipboard. It hit the floor harder than I expected. I tried to sit up. That was a mistake. Every muscle in my body protested at once, and cold air hit skin that had spent far too long in refrigeration. The morgue attendan

Rebecca arrived the next morning with coffee for herself and a folder for me. The coffee smelled better.

"The first medical review is back," she said.

I looked at the folder.

"How illegal is it?"

"Not at all."

"Disappointing."

Rebecca ignored that and opened