The Grim, Me, and The Reaper Makes Three
Dying wasn’t a part of the plan…
Tatiana was supposed to start dating again. She was finally supposed to quit her job now that she’d saved enough to buy the corner property on South Street and Ordell that she’d had her eye on for years. She was supposed to live now. She was thirty, flirty, and she was supposed to be fucking thriving.
Not dead. There was no room for “being dead” in her plans.
