Author: lindseyfrydman

What if with every person you met, after just one touch, you have a vision of the last time you’ll see each other? Ever. Normally, these visions are innocent–two friends just drifting apart, a random stranger that brushed past you then never crossed your path again. But not today. When I accidentally touch him, within only moments of our first meeting, I’m bombarded by visions of his death. … bombarded by visions of his death. And from what I can see, I’m the reason he dies. Now I just need to figure out why, and how to stop this from…