First, I had to remember how to breathe.
An All-American baseball player, Nate wasn\'.
And then I met Nate Preeter.
I just didn\'t know how.
I\'d made a choice-I was going to cross back to the other side, to live with the living.
When I left for college, I put a thousand miles between my future and my past.
Two years, three months and sixteen days had passed since I was the Rowe Stanton from before, since tragedy stole my youth and my heart went along with it.
Then, I had to learn how to survive.
First, I had to remember how to breathe