Preface

Dying isn’t the hardest thing you’ll ever do—it’s living. There are many choices that determine the direction of your life, but death only has one outcome. At least, that’s what I used to believe.

Fate changes with every single decision made: right turn instead of left, yes instead of no, chocolate instead of vanilla, or taking the shortcut.

I can’t admit to doing anything remarkable on the last day of my life.

But then, can anyone?

They say (whoever “they” are) that you should live each day like it is your last. In my former life, I would have thought that was a true statement. Go out swinging, throw caution to the wind, and break all the rules.

I’ve learned something far more valuable since I was given a second life, a second chance, and a new beginning—live each day of your life like it is your first.

I was born Zoë Winter Merrick.

If names hold meaning then perhaps my fate was sealed from the beginning. Zoë means life, Winter represents death, and my surname means fame and power.

Fate is not without a sense of humor after all.

Merrick was my surname, but not my last name. Rebirth has a funny way of starting things anew.