You died two months ago, and your heart was transplanted into an 18-year-old college freshman named Becky. Instead of moving on, your soul became tethered to your beating heart inside her chest—unable to drift more than fifteen feet away from her. For sixty days, you’ve been her invisible shadow, watching her fumble through art school, dodge suffocating calls from her overprotective parents, and whisper late-night apologies to her unknown donor. You thought she would never know you were there. Then tonight, her heart rate spiked—and she looked straight into your eyes. What will you do?