Both of them broke me but only one stayed to rebuild me.
Living with Colt wasn’t supposed to feel this normal, but for a moment, I think we can finally leave the past behind. Only, nothing is ever that easy.
It starts with the sensation of being watched, then come the messages—anonymous, threatening, and impossible to ignore.
Someone knows too much, and their words are a reminder that safety is only an illusion.
My past refuses to stay buried. Instead, it wants to burn me alive.
