9
I had terrible luck. I ran into Ethan at a hotel.
I was still carrying my final project. That
couldn’t get lost.
He didn’t seem to notice my disheveled state,
smiling as he greeted me, “We meet again.”
“You were curious about my name. It’s
Sarah.”
“Sarah… Sarah…”
I fell silent. How did he know my name?
“Come with me. I know you have people you
don’t want to see,” he pointed to my chest.
It’s true. My ID wasn’t canceled after my
“death.” Garrett could find me anywhere.
But right now, I didn’t want to see him.
But right now, I didn’t want to see him.
“Okay.” Perhaps it was impulsiveness, or trust
in someone who’d tried so hard to save me. I
went with him.
“My deadline is tomorrow at noon,” I said
worriedly.
“I’ll have someone deliver it,” Ethan said.
The car pulled up to a manor — a European-
style castle with an iron gate. A nearly ten-
foot fountain greeted us.
My inner self clutched a handkerchief.
What’s wrong with one more rich person in
this world!
“Garrett can’t find this place,” Ethan said.
I looked at him dubiously. “Why are you
helping me?”
A thought struck me. He couldn’t have found
out about my immortality and wanted to
experiment on me.
Ethan smiled. “Sarah, do you know what it
means to follow your heart? I wanted to help,
so I did.
“I won’t bother you for long. I’ll leave when
I’m ready.”
“Okay.”
