Death is only supposed to happen once.
I opened my mailbox today to find a red envelope. There was no address nor return address, only my name neatly printed on the front. I enthusiastically ripped the paper, praying to any god who would listen that it was a Valentine from Josh.
By Jess Charle “Your dead grandmother doesn’t give a shit that she’s dead. You do.” Chasey told me when I … More