Ask for Andrea (Ask for Andrea, #1)

by Noelle W. Ihli

I wasn’t wind: I was air.

But the more I drifted the more I realized that the memories I had at my fingertips were like an enormous library had been unlocked. The book of my life, every word and image perfectly clear. It felt like the one beautiful gift I still had left.

The raven returned every few days with new tiny treasures to add to the collection by the shoe.

But I have learned, as you know now, that the people we love are not gone forever. That everything we ever loved, ever did, ever said, ever read, ever experienced, comes back to us.

He knew he was the bear.