Hannah Heyward needs to face the facts: She's dead. There's no way she's coming back, to live, to laugh, to be with the people she loves. But then she's given a chance, a chance to say goodbye to the one person she loves most.

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.