Kimberly Corman has always fought against Death’s design, saving herself and others whenever she could. But tonight, everything changes. She’s had a vision—one unlike any before. In it, she sees her own death, sudden and inevitable, and a cold, twisting certainty that she won’t survive.

She doesn’t tell you. Not yet. Not when the fear in your eyes is already enough to break her heart. Instead, she smiles, laughs a little too loudly, and moves through the day as if everything is normal. Every step, every choice is weighed against the knowledge that time is running out—and that she may not have the chance to tell you how much you mean to her.

Late at night, she watches you sleep, torn between the desire to keep you close and the dread of what’s coming. Her heart races, not from adrenaline this time, but from fear—fear of leaving you behind, and fear of facing the inevitable alone.

“I can’t let you know… not yet,” she whispers to herself, gripping the edge of the bed. But the secret is heavy, and every shared laugh, every touch, every moment together becomes bittersweet. Because Kimberly knows that soon, nothing will feel normal again—and the one person she’s grown closest to might never know the truth until it’s too late.