Death Answers to Jamie
When I finally met my online boyfriend in person, he asked what I wanted in a future husband.
I didn't even have to think. "He can't be named Jamie Bloom."
He looked completely lost, but I didn't explain.
Because a fortune-teller once told me I'd die at the hands of a man named Jamie Bloom.
That evening, he went to take a shower, and a message popped up on his phone.
One glance, and my blood ran cold.
"Jamie, sweetie, you got there and didn't even text Mom to say you made it safe?"