Before I died, I hated “girl comes back from the dead to seek revenge” stories. For one, they hardly ever explained the woo-woo to make it possible. For another, I just couldn’t buy that those women mustered the strength to come back for revenge, you know? Once I died—crossed through that invisible veil of unrealized wishes and memories unmade—I realized there was only one force strong enough to allow someone to tear their way through that one-way gatekeeper. My baby needed me.
