I don't know how to pick up the pieces after losing what I've known my whole life. Everything was in place: the girl, the house, the job...I almost had the family. And then in the space of a heartbeat, I lost what kept me anchored.

My family is supportive and tries to understand that I'm struggling to regain myself, but I don't actually know who I am anymore and the process is a little ugly. My oldest brother steps in to keep me on the straight and narrow, but it's not him who saves my life. It's the apparition that comes to me in dreams, a beautiful redhead who calls me "Bear."

When I run into the woman herself, I find that I can't stay away from her, and that makes me feel guilty. It's too soon and I'm still working my way through the grief process. The last thing I need is to drag someone else into my mess.

The problem? It seems this angel needs even more saving than me.