The Space Between Worlds (The Space Between Worlds #1)

by Micaiah Johnson

I tell myself it’s just another shallow grave to crawl out of.

It’s a morbid comfort, but still a comfort, to know that even on the wrong Earth someone carries your name.

They’re probably just trying to blackmail me. I’ll show them my bank account and then we’ll both walk away weeping.”

our dead are only weights on our backs when we won’t let them walk beside us, when we try to pretend they are not ours or they are not dead.