What if you had another chance? What if you could try again and again, until you got your life right? Rose Sante is lucky. She has the greatest friends, she's skinny and amazing and wonderful and gorgeous. But there is one flaw in her good luck streak: she dies at sixteen. Gone. But not over. She has another chance. 10, in fact. To relieve certain days, that show exactly what life for her did, and can answer the question: Who would miss me, at all?

I felt her once soft hands touch my skin. The treatment practically drained the life out of her. She was just a shell of who she once was. She had put on a brave face for her son and I, but only I knew that it was a facade. How could I help when this thing was eating her from the inside out? I tried to hold onto my optimism, but all went to hell when she began to see "him". A man who she hadn't known, had never even seen began to haunt her. What hope was left now?