Where The Daisies Grow

Just as every story has two sides, every person has two faces—one revealed to the world, and one kept hidden inside. But every plan has a flaw.

I died five years ago.

My life is perfect. Perfect husband. Perfect baby. No one knows who I am. The story I tell isn’t mine; it belongs to the girl I killed.

In the mornings, I teach yoga. In the afternoons, I work in the orchard. My husband calls me Savanah. He has no idea who I am—or was. But one man does. One man knows exactly who I am.

Everything is about to change, and my perfect life is about to come to an end. Or will his?