“On the morning of what should have been Amelia Ashley's birthday, the river valley that had once housed High Bridge changed for Joshua Mayhew. For the first time in many years, it seemed beautiful to him. For the first time… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“Joshua?" I called out, a slight hitch in my voice. "Yeah?" "What do I look like to you?" He tilted his head to the side, frowning. "What do I look like to you?" I repeated urgently, afraid that if I… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“I love you. And hell itself won't stop that. Sorry to put it so dramatically but, well, it's the truth." ~ Joshua to Amelia” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“I play DJ, and you tell me what you like.” “Got it,” I said with a firm nod, fighting little jitters of excitement. “And… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“I swear I’m not imaginary.” An uncontrollable grin spread across my face. “I would know if I was imaginary, right?” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“Not the kind of unconsciousness that torments the dead, but the kind that kills the living.” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“See you soon,” I whispered. I bit my lip; and, in a moment of sheer abandon, I added, “I think I might . .… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter where we go, because I just want to be whenever you are.” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“On the morning of what should have been Amelia Ashley's birthday, the river valley that had once housed High Bridge changed for Joshua Mayhew.… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“This is my first . . . ah . . .” “Haunting?” he offered. I snorted. “Yes, this is my first haunting.” “Then I’m flattered.” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“My parents’ names are Rebecca and Jeremiah, by the way,” he whispered as I approached him. I laughed, jittery. “Got it. So even though… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“Joshua?" I called out, a slight hitch in my voice. "Yeah?" "What do I look like to you?" He tilted his head to the… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“My sense of direction would be the death of me. Metaphorically, at least.” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“So . . . this means we’re buried in the same cemetery?” He nodded, and then the tiniest smile crept over his features. When… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
