The girl I met when we were nine is now the woman who said “yes” to being my wife. But Josie’s not planning our wedding; she’s too consumed by things that happened over a century ago. She has terrible dreams and unrelenting visions of the unspeakable. I believe her, but I don’t understand her. If I can’t understand her, I can’t stop her. If I can’t stop her, I can’t save us. And without us … well, I can’t imagine that world.