February 12th. That’s the date Erin will die, according to the dainty woman in her dreams. It’s December and Erin is in the middle of of final weeks, so when she’s greeted by this gloomy foreshadow of a future to come– She has no time for it. Until a doctors appointment a week later reveals the deteriorating state of her legs. It becomes a countdown and Erin is determined to make the most of her remaining days. From modeling lingerie in Victoria’s Secret to kissing the homeless man right outside her favorite thrift shop. Maybe even a two-month shot at love. One thing’s for sure, Erin’s not going out without a fight. No matter what that damn lady says.All Rights Reserved