April 25th was the day I was born.
It was also the day I died.
Blood was still rushing through my veins. Oxygen was still saturating my cells. But for all intents and purposes, I ceased to be among the living.
Going back to New York for my sisters wedding was a mistake, but I made her a promise.
It would be a quick trip. Show up, say the right words, then Id be gone. This time for good.
I didnt think anyone could understand what was taken from me that fateful day.
Not until I met him.
I threw a football in front of eighty thousand people.
Mingling with the rich and famous was just another part of my job.
Nothing made me nervous.
Not until she walked off that plane and into my life.
She was broken. Shattered by some event she kept hidden under lock and key.
The clues on her body failed to reveal her secrets-unlike the clues on my body that clearly publicized mine.
The clock was ticking, giving me only a few short months to uncover the true meaning of the flower branded into her flesh.
Because if she got back on that plane, I knew it would be forever.
Literatura Estrangeira / Romance