A Rip Through Time (A Rip Through Time #1)

by Kelley Armstrong

I won’t sever that to take a work call, however urgent.

I am alone with my grief and my regret and my rage and my guilt,

No one on their deathbed ever wished they spent more time in the office.

Thinking it makes me smarter is the polar opposite of “enlightened.” Like looking down on someone who doesn’t have a college degree because they couldn’t afford to go to college.

What kind of heathens traipse through the house in the same shoes they just wore outside, through mud and dog dirt and God knows what else?