It’s said that your life flashes before your eyes when you die.
It must only happen to those whose lives were worthy.
Clearly, mine was not.
The only thing that happened to me was a repeat of what I thought was my death. The blast of the gun as it went off. The loss of my breath as two hundred pounds of dead weight
dropped on top of me. And then darkness.
This replayed over and over.
When the guy squatted down next to me and asked if I was hurt, the only thing I could see, feel, hear, were those few seconds. Even now, as I sat in the back of a blacked out van—it was the only thing that ran through my mind.
Gunshot, breath, darkness.
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About The Author
Jay McLean is an international best-selling author and full-time reader, writer of New Adult Romance, as well as skilled procrastinator. When she’s not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, playing house and binge watching Netflix.
She writes what she loves to read, which are
books that can make her laugh, make her hurt and make her feel.
Jay lives in the suburbs of Melbourne,
Australia, in a forever half-done home where music is loud and laughter is
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