Endings are not always bad; most times they’re just beginnings in disguise. Kim Harrison He was an asshole. He made everything so much harder than it needed to be. I didn’t understand why he couldn’t just help me. It wasn’t fair. I was . . . dead. I didn’t even remember how I died. I didn’t remember anything about myself actually—name, age, favorite fucking color. In movies the Ghost Whisperer was supposed to guide the lost soul. Clearly the movies got it wrong. “What do you mean, my door?” I asked. This was the most he’d said to me in…