Journey of Thanks

Tully glanced down at his hand and reviewed the note that was firmly attached to his palm. The shade stared at the elegant text, yet the memory of his death snagged his focus. While it was hazy, he knew he’d attempted to save a little girl’s life. The only other solid aspect of his memory was the crushing coldness as the underwater current pulled him under. As a shiver ran down Tully’s incorporeal spine, he stared up at the looming building that some unseen force insisted he...