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The roads to Montauk were empty.The world looked washed out, like even the sunrise was too tired to show up properly. My car cut through the fog like a scalpel. Silent, silver, and sharp.I hadn’t been back here in almost twelve years.The last time, there had been laughter. Expensive wine. A dead girl cooling by the pool.We called it the accident.But it wasn’t. Not really.Dylan had cleaned up the blood. I had made the calls. The others... well, most of them were gone now. Buried by time, scandals, or the group’s own cleanup crew.Emily was the last real casualty. And the first one that made Dylan crack.I used to think I was the monster. But Dylan?Dylan had learned how to make his violence look like devotion.*The estate still looked untouched.Same rusted gates, same overgrown garden that once pretended to be wild on purpose. I parked by the side entrance. The air was heavy with salt and silence.The front door was unlocked.That alone should’ve sent me back to the car. But I
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I didn’t sleep.Sleep was for men with peace, and I’d traded that a long time ago for power and silence.The city looked soft from the penthouse windows. Fragile. Like if I breathed too hard, it would crack.The glass in my hand was sweating. Scotch untouched.I watched the streets for hours, waiting for the ache in my chest to harden into something I could use. Rage. Strategy. Anything but longing.But it didn’t.It just sat there. Thick and heavy.And beneath it, something quieter. Something older.Shame.*Flashback – Nine Years AgoMontauk, before Emily died.The house was louder back then.Laughter spilled through the walls like water. Dylan was drunk, slurring theories about the future, biotech empires, programmable memories, synthetic limbs. Emily was wearing red, barefoot on the marble, dancing like no one was watching.But I was watching.Dylan didn’t notice. He never noticed when she needed him. Not the way I did.Later that night, we stood outside, just Dylan and me. Cold a
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I opened the door.Why the fuck do these guys just let people in my house, unannounced?I could feel Sophia’s eyes on me as I stood there, still holding my phone like it might burn me. The room felt smaller now, the walls closing in, the air thick with something I couldn’t name. Maybe it was regret. Maybe it was the weight of something coming, something I couldn’t outrun.I didn’t look at her. I wouldn’t. Not after what she’d done. She was too damn curious, always digging at wounds that were better left untouched.I dropped my phone to the table, ignoring the way it slid across the surface as if it had its own purpose, its own mind. The envelope was still laying on the table “Who’s it from?” Sophia’s voice, soft but pressing. She wasn’t going to let this go, and she had no idea how much I wanted her to just leave me the hell alone.I didn’t answer. Not yet.I wasn’t going to feed her hunger for answers, for control over something that wasn’t hers to solve. Not after everything. Not
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I should’ve known it was coming. The way she leaned in a little closer. The way she watched me like I was a puzzle she thought she could solve. Sophia was never a fool, but neither was I.I let the silence linger, thick and suffocating, as her eyes stayed locked on mine. There was something else there, something more than the usual curiosity.Sophia had always been good at reading people. Better than most. And it was clear now.she wasn’t asking about Caitlin because she cared. She was asking because she needed something. Needed to be close to me. And the way she said my name...low, almost intimate, brought it all rushing back.That night. That damn night.Sophia was still standing in front of me, her presence suffocating, her eyes demanding answers. She knew I remembered that night, just as clearly as I could recall the way Caitlin's fingers used to trace patterns across my skin. It was a hard memory to bury, but it was one I had to lock away when Caitlin came into my life.She ha
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The steam from the bathroom curled in soft clouds around me, making the world feel distant and muffled. It was just me, the warm water, and a moment of solitude I hadn’t had in what felt like forever. My body was still adjusting to everything. My new face, my new life, and even though I’d been trying to avoid mirrors, the comfort of the hot water was something I could hold onto, at least for a few minutes.I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, letting the water rush over me, and closed my eyes, the noise of the world outside muffled by the soft hum of the shower. For a brief second, I let myself forget. Forget the new life Dylan had forced on me. Forget that I wasn’t Caitlin Gallagher anymore.And then the door to the bathroom opened.I froze.For a heartbeat, I thought it was just the steam making me paranoid, or maybe it was one of those moments where your mind plays tricks on you. But no.The door creaked open, and Dylan walked in.He was just standing there for a second, frozen,
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I sat by the large window in the living room, staring out at the rolling hills beyond, but I wasn’t really seeing any of it. My thoughts were too tangled in the mess of everything that had happened in the past few days, in the strange, unsettling dance between me and Dylan.I ran my fingers through my hair, the weight of it dragging my thoughts down further. I felt… lost. Not just physically, but emotionally. Everything around me was so pristine, so perfect, and yet I couldn’t shake the sense of suffocation that had settled over me since I woke up here.Dylan had left the house earlier, something about work or a meeting or whatever it was that kept him out of the house so often. He hadn’t said much, just a quiet goodbye as he slipped out the door. Part of me felt relieved, like I could finally breathe without the weight of his gaze on me. But then there was another part of me, one that wasn’t so sure about being left alone with my thoughts.I stood and moved towards the kitchen, a
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Every room I entered felt foreign, like I was walking through someone else’s life, someone else’s story. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt truly at home anywhere. Not with Aiden, not here.I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring at the woman who had once been me. The woman who wore a face that was hers, but not hers. A woman who was no longer recognized by her past, who now wore a mask of someone else’s making.The weight of it, the weight of everything, pressed down on me. And as I reached for the toothpaste, I found my hand trembling.I hadn’t expected it to hit me like this. The quiet, the stillness, the way Dylan kept slipping in and out of my life. Always there, but never truly there. I thought the quiet would soothe me, would give me a sense of peace. But it felt more like a cage. One with no bars, no chains. Just walls that kept closing in.I squeezed the toothpaste onto my brush, the cold metal of the tube feeling too heavy in my hands. The sound of
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I didn’t want to go.But the invite, or more accurately, the command, was sitting in my calendar like a trap with a blinking countdown. “Meeting with Mr. Gallagher. 12:05 PM.”Of course he’d make it five minutes after noon. A power play. Make me sweat.I stared at the screen a moment longer than I should’ve, then stood. My legs were shaky, even though I tried to play it cool. Everyone was still pretending not to watch, but I felt it. The tension when I passed someone’s desk. The fake typing that stopped just long enough to eavesdrop.I hated them. I hated how they looked at me now, like I was some broken puzzle they couldn’t wait to solve. Like a scandal in heels.When I reached Aiden’s office, I hesitated for half a second. Just long enough for my nerves to kick. Then I opened the door.He was already standing. Backlit by the floor-to-ceiling windows, crisp and composed in a suit too perfect for someone with a heart so rotted.He didn’t say a word as he stepped around the desk and c
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The morning air felt unusually thick as I returned the office building, the weight of the previous day still lingering in my chest. I had to quickly finished the tasks at hand before Aiden would ask for it.I pressed the button for the elevator, hearing the soft hum of whispers that echoed from the lobby. “… Did you hear? Mr. Gallagher spent hours in his office with Emily yesterday. Alone. I thought they just worked together on the big reports?”“Yeah, but did you hear what he called her?” A second voice whispered. “I swear, he called her Caitlin. I thought her name was Emily?”“Wait, what? Are you sure?”“I heard it too. Something’s up with those two, that’s for sure…”The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped inside, trying to ignore the rising tension in the air. It was hard not to notice the undercurrents of gossip, the shifting glances from people who weren’t even trying to hide their curiosity.As the doors closed, I sighed and leaned against the wall, willing myself to shak
