She died four months ago.

It was said that she was crossing when the red SUV sped down the road.

It was said that if she had left just three seconds later, the SUV would have passed by.

They said it was an accident.

But they didn't see what I saw. They didn't say what I said. And it's slowly killing me. The guilt is clawing at my insides like a dying cat.

Was I the reason Hope was dead? Did I drive her to insanity and beyond? If I am, why would she come back and offer me a chance?

A chance to fix everything.

A chance to bring her back from the dead.

A chance that I simply can't refuse.