My name is Willow Raven Solomon, and I hate cars. I suffer from a phobia no one's been able to cure. Part of that is because we don't know the origin of it. My only clue is a chronic nightmare that's haunted me since I was a child, of an auto accident I was never in.
My Wiccan mom and her friends think it's past-life related. While I may have been raised by a witch, I don't know a lot about reincarnation. A cute hypnotherapist is helping me navigate it. But my stepbrother in med school is skeptical. Somehow, he's part of the puzzle too - they both are.
As I dig deeper, I'm finding more questions I'd never thought to ask. What if my fear originated not with me, but with someone else? What if my nightmare isn't just a dream?
What if it's a memory, from another time, another place...another me?