The Grim Reaper's Lawyer (Life After Death, #1)

by Mea Monique

I just want a job that does not make me want to jab my pen into my own eye at least once a day,

Erykah Badu playing in the background. It is comforting and familiar.

Aiden’s arms are proof that God is a woman.

“Even if I don’t get to be with them, at least, in every lifetime, they will unconsciously search each other out.”

I pick up my toothbrush, wet it, put on the toothpaste, then wet it again. Because only psychopaths put toothpaste on a dry toothbrush.

JOYCE GETS IT

Ladies, gentleman, and nonbinary besties—the show is over.

“Touch her. I fucking dare you to lay a single finger on her. I’ll make you wish you could die again.”

THERE IT IS

I have my own number—seven.

Its always seven