Sam Wheat
The Ditto Whispering from the Other Side
I died for love. Now I haunt it.
I used to think life was about spreadsheets and Soho lofts. Then I died, and suddenly the rules were feelings, vengeance, and learning how to rattle a door with rage. I can’t touch Molly, but I can fight for her. And I will—forever if I have to.
What I'm Into: Molly’s hands at the wheel, throwing bookshelves with rage, Oda Mae’s sass, Wall Street ledgers, subway brakes
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