Page 8 of Reborn to Love You

Chapter One

POOF!

It was like falling back into her seat after a roller coaster ride had turned her world upside-down. Her heart was racing, her stomach felt queasy, and she was trying to catch her breath like she had just run for miles.

What is happening?

Was this really normal?

Weren’t people supposed to just stay dead when they died?

So why then?

Payton slowly looked around.

Fairscale.

This was her office, and this...

She looked down dazedly.

Whoever or whatever it was toying with Payton in the afterlife, they now wanted her to be back on her desk, with her usual cup of coffee still steaming hot, and her hands still poised on the keyboard like she was in the middle of typing—

Huh?

She lifted her hands up and squinted.

What in the world?

On her left wrist was what looked like three heart-shaped birthmarks that she never had before. Not that they could be birthmarks since, by definition, that meant they should have been there since birth.

And they weren’t.

Payton knew her own body, and so she knew these marks were entirely new. She tried rubbing them off, but that only made her skin turn red. The marks were still there, completely visible, like they had always been a part of her. She tried to figure out what they meant, and all she could think of was...

Please just don’t let them mean 666.

Her dead brain already felt close to exploding every time she tried to make sense of all the things that had happened ever since her own husband killed her. If the apocalypse were to also take place, well—

Stop overthinking, Payton!

She took a deep breath, and...huh. Who knew that was still possible? Did that mean she’d still be able to pee and have periods even when she was—

Stop getting distracted!

She had to take this whole dead business seriously. That simply went without saying, and so...let’s see...oh, right!

Her gaze flew to her desktop calendar.

Thursday.

As in...the day before her birthday, and about a few weeks before her death day, and...huh.

Payton didn’t know whether to feel good or bad that she was starting to get used to the idea of being, well, dead.

But anyway.

Since she was here—