"Hannie, don't forget to feed Evie's dog today."Trevor Hayes' voice came through the phone—the voice I would never forget.I stood frozen, unable to believe what I was seeing.Outside the window, "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" played faintly, as if the holidays refused to end.I rushed to the mirror. My skin was smooth again, and the scar was completely gone.Then, it hit me. I, Hannah Shaw, had come back to life."Hannie, are you still there?" Trevor asked, raising his voice when I didn't answer."I'm not feeling well today. I can't make it. Tell her to find someone else," I said flatly.Trevor sounded annoyed. "No way! Evie went home for the holidays. If you don't go, Mojo will starve. You always feed stray cats. What's the big deal about a dog?"I let out a cold laugh. "A dog bit me when I was a kid. I'm afraid of dogs, so I'm not going. Tell her to find someone online.""No. Evie lives alone. She can't just let a stranger into her home. You're a woman, too. How can you
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