Patricia’s fingers caressed the photograph in the album. Her fingers kept tracing James’s close-cropped brown hair. As Patricia ran her finger across the cheek on the image, she stifled a sob. Wincing under the scrutiny of James’s warm eyes, she buried her face into the album, struggling to restrain her tears.

When she calmed her sorrowful eyes, Patricia lowered the book...

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...