Every day I see behind the scenes, experiences I was meant to have, the people I was meant to have loved, and I want to take some celestial pen and change the whole thing. I want to write a script for myself. I want to write to this woman, the woman I was, and tell her everything I know. And I want to say to her: Margot, tell me how you died.
— The Guardian Angel’s Journal, Carolyn Jess-Cooke