What if the number you feared most held the key to understanding love, loss, and everything in between?

For years, I avoided the number 13, convinced it was bad luck. For him, it was the opposite—a symbol of hope and serendipity. We didn’t realize the significance until it was too late. Now, in the aftermath, I’ve uncovered 13 poems written in my darkest hours and a notebook he left behind with 13 drawings.

Was 13 always meant to tell our story? Or is it simply a coincidence wrapped in heartbreak and healing?

Secure your copy and continue this journey with me—through the echoes of love, loss, and the lessons 13 has to offer.