Marlowe Morley is no stranger to death. As a mortician, it's just another day at the office, scalpels, sutures, and the blissful silence she's come to depend on. Then one day, the silence breaks¿ and the dead begin to speak. What began as a whisper in the morgue spirals into a chorus of voices that shatters her understanding of life and cracks her reality wide open. Shaken but drawn in, Marlowe begins to see the truth she never believed: Not everyone finds peace when they die. And not all who remain are beyond saving. Some souls need more than embalming. They need grace. She never expected her job to become a calling. But when the veil lifts, Marlowe realizes that not all the departed are at peace, and God isn't finished with her yet. Heaven still reaches for the lost, and sometimes, it just needs hands on Earth. Marlowe didn't choose this path, it chose her. When one lost soul lingers, she realizes this just might be the reason she's still alive. This is her calling. To walk the still corridors between life and death. To guide the lost. To help them find salvation¿ before it's too late.