Glimpse of us

Eli learns the dead do not always stay gone.
Maya comes back in pieces. In borrowed bodies. In moments that never last long enough. For Eli, every return feels like hope and punishment tangled together. He knows she is slipping toward the after. He knows loving her again means losing her again.
Until she enters Marissa.
Marissa is not meant to be special. She is not chosen by fate or prophecy. She is simply a girl whose body does not reject the dead. When Maya settles inside her, the fading stops. Time stretches. What should be impossible becomes sustainable.
Marissa agrees to let Maya stay. At first it feels like mercy. Then it feels like invasion. Then it feels like something else entirely.
Because Eli begins to look at Marissa when Maya is quiet. And Marissa begins to feel things that do not belong to her, or maybe finally do. Love becomes complicated when it is shared. Grief becomes dangerous when it refuses to end.
As Maya lingers longer than she ever should, the question shifts. Not whether the dead can stay, but what it will cost the living if they do.
This is a haunting, emotionally charged novel about possession, grief, and the quiet devastation of falling in love when you are not supposed to.