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Chapter One

Reese

I stopped in front of a garish canvas called Apocalyptic Sunrise and tilted h to understand the concept, but the oil painting looked like soh would paint

“You could at least smile, Reese” Simon lowered his head until his lips were a whisper away from my left cheek A severe case of halitosis billowed from his mouth My stomach roiled and the leftover pizza I’d wolfed down before I met him for our date threatened to make an exorcist-style reappearance

I stepped away froe and yellow smeared across the canvas

Soto an end I’d had nothing but shitty dates since the day I’d broken my handheld mirror

Ale, I’d discovered roveling and begging for iveness, I picked up my mirror and hurled it at his head He ducked The ainst my dorm room door and shattered

To reversethe brokentheht idea had left lass in my hair for weeks

Since then, I’d had nothing but bad luck in relationships, and was superstitious about everything I avoided walking under ladders, I knocked on wood, I never opened an umbrella inside, and I always threw a pinch of salt behind my shoulder when I cooked And, if I could have, I would have hidden beneath the covers every Friday the 13th until it became Saturday the 14th, but since I had bills to pay, I couldn’t do that

I’d tried every old wives’ tale Google had shownhad worked

Cleansing my chakras hadn’t worked, neither had visualizations, love spells, crystals, or burning sage and incense