If you could talk to the dead, what you can say to them isn’t as important as what they can say to you.
Luckily for Adam, the dead just won’t leave him the hell alone.
The first chapter of my yet-to-be-named urban fantasy story.
I wrote it out of my MC’s POV and into a tertiary character’s POV, the reason being that his abilities are relatively new at this stage of the story and he’s learned to cope with it by focusing on the people his powers cause him to see and interact with rather than how he feels.
I’m still in the draft stages so this chapter isn’t edited, but critique, corrections, and suggestions would be lovely.