My name is Cole Harmon, and I've lived the same miserable life twice — which, trust me, is about as fun as it sounds.
The first time around, I spent ten years being the devoted husband, the hardworking provider, the guy who genuinely believed that if he just tried hard enough, things would turn around. They didn't. My wife was never really my wife, my son was never really my son, and every door that closed in my face was closed by the same man — my college classmate Derek Harrington, who was systematically dismantling my life while I was busy blaming myself for it. It ended with me on the floor of my own bedroom, beaten to death, while my wife handed him the weapon.
Then I woke up.
Twenty-five years old again. Fresh out of college. Every mistake still ahead of me — except this time, I already know exactly where each one is buried.
I'm not here to fall in love, build a family, or find myself. I'm here to make two people answer for what they did, build something they can never touch, and maybe — just maybe — not die in the process.
The plan is simple. The execution will be anything but.