I followed the kidnappers’ car, but my body was suddenly drawn to a luxuriously decorated house.I recognized it immediately as Quinn Ortega’s room.Having been his secretary for five years, I knew his home decor well.The paintings in his room were ones I had painted myself.Why am I here?

A noise came from the bathroom, and I turned to see Quinn Ortega, wrapped in a towel, walking out while drying his hair.I instinctively moved aside, then realized I was dead and he couldn’t see me.I stood still, watching as Quinn Ortega walked toward me, my fists clenched with anxiety.He passed right through me without noticing.I felt a mix of disappointment and...