Just as there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to every person. One that we reveal to the world and another we keep hidden inside. But every plan has a flaw.
I DIED FIVE YEARS AGO.
My life is perfect. Perfect husband. Perfect baby. No one knows who I am. The story I give them doesn't belong to me. It belongs to the girl I killed.
In the mornings, I teach yoga. Afternoons, I work in the orchard. My husband calls me Savanah. He has no idea who I am or was. But one man does. One man knows exactly who I am.
Everything is about to change and my perfect life will be over.
