I let the archangel take me, in hopes of protecting my family from the self appointed God that was once my lover. I battled with heartache, a disability, and addiction. My brothers needed my help, but I couldnt be there for them. And things only got worse

My brother's had their story, I had mine. I didn't know they existed, until I died... I was a psychic, I knew that, but I never expected to be stuck in my grave and watch their story unfold as I laid dead and motionless. I knew them well, watched them grow up to be heroes, without ever knowing they were family. Until something brought me back.... Now I find myself entangled in the mess they created, and learning things about myself from a angel. Yes, an angel...but even he cant tell me who brought me back and why.