LOGINCameron’s POVMy father’s voice echoed through the tunnel.“Bring my son to me.”I couldn’t move.It was strange how one sentence could make every memory I’d ever buried claw its way back to the surface.My palms became sweaty.My chest tightened.And suddenly, I was twelve again.Standing in that hallway.Holding Amelia’s hand.Listening to my father’s footsteps getting closer.“Cameron.”Brandon’s voice pulled me back.I looked at him.He was standing directly in front of me.Protecting me.Again.“Stay behind me.”I swallowed.“I don’t want you to get hurt again.”His eyes softened.“I don’t care.”“I do.”He stared at me.Then I reached for his hand.“I care about you too much.”For a second, he looked like he wanted to say something.Then Ethan whispered,“Can we have this emotional moment somewhere that isn’t about to become a crime scene?”Adrian elbowed him.“Ow.”“What?”“You’re ruining the moment.”“I’m trying to keep everyone alive.”Despite everything, I almost smiled.The
Cameron’s POV“Amelia.”The name left my mouth like a question.Like if I said it too loudly, the voice would disappear.Nobody moved.Nobody dared to breathe.The darkness around us felt heavy, but somehow, all I could hear was my own heartbeat pounding inside my chest.Then the voice came again.“Cameron?”My knees almost gave out.Brandon caught me around the waist.“Easy.”I grabbed his arm.“She’s alive.”My voice cracked.“She’s actually alive.”My grandfather didn’t say anything.Ethan did.“Where is she?”The voice answered from somewhere behind us.“I’m here.”A tiny light flickered on.Then another.A figure slowly stepped out from behind one of the shelves.A woman.Her hair was longer than I remembered.Her face was thinner.She looked older.But I knew those eyes.I knew that smile.I knew the tiny scar above her eyebrow from when we were children and she had fallen off her bicycle because she insisted she could ride without holding the handles.My sister.My Amelia.My h
Cameron’s POVI couldn’t stop staring at the note.Victor isn’t the enemy. He’s protecting me.Those words didn’t make sense.None of this made sense.My grandfather was supposedly controlling my father.Victor was supposedly controlling my grandfather.Brandon had supposedly erased my memories.My sister had disappeared.And somehow, I had apparently planned part of it myself.At this point, I was starting to think my family needed therapy more than secrets.A lot of therapy.Brandon stepped closer.“Cameron?”I looked at him.“What?”“You’re shaking.”I looked down.He was right.My hands were trembling badly.“I don’t understand anything anymore.”Brandon gently took the note from my fingers.“You don’t have to understand everything tonight.”“Yes, I do.”My voice cracked.“I’ve spent years not knowing who I am.”He stared at me quietly.“I wake up every day with holes in my memories, and everyone keeps telling me they’re protecting me.”My eyes filled with tears.“But nobody ever
Cameron’s POVFor a few seconds, nobody moved.Nobody even breathed properly.We stood inside the narrow passage, pressed against cold stone walls while the man’s laughter continued from the other side of the door.It wasn’t loud.That somehow made it worse.It was soft.Calm.Almost amused.Like he already knew exactly where we were.Brandon’s hand was still wrapped around mine.“Cameron,” he whispered.I looked at him.“What?”“Are you sure you know that voice?”I nodded slowly.“I think so.”“You think?”“I was a kid.”My voice shook.“I don’t remember his face, but I remember his voice.”My grandfather turned toward me.“You shouldn’t remember him.”I stared at him.“That’s the problem, isn’t it?”He looked away.I stepped closer.“You knew.”“Cameron—”“You knew I’d remember eventually.”His silence answered for him.I felt anger rise inside my chest.“Who is he?”My grandfather sighed.“His name is Victor.”Brandon’s expression hardened.“Victor who?”My grandfather didn’t answe
Cameron’s POVNobody spoke.For several seconds, the entire room became painfully quiet.I stared at my grandfather.He stared back at me.Brandon stood beside me, his hand still wrapped around mine, like he was silently reminding me that I was not alone.My grandfather swallowed.“Cameron,” he finally said.I shook my head.“No.”His eyebrows pulled together.“Please, just listen.”“You knew?”My voice came out quieter than I expected.He looked away.That was enough.My stomach dropped.“You knew,” I whispered.Brandon squeezed my hand.My grandfather sighed heavily.“I knew about your father.”I laughed once.It wasn’t funny.It was the kind of laugh people made when something hurt too much.“Of course you did.”“Cameron—”“You knew everything!”My voice echoed through the room.Ethan stepped closer.“Cameron, calm down.”I turned toward him.“Don’t tell me to calm down.”He immediately raised both hands.“Okay. Not calming down. Got it.”Despite everything, Adrian snorted.Ethan l
Chapter — The Man Behind EverythingCameron’s POVI stared at the man without moving afterward.His face looked strangely familiar to me.But my mind couldn’t place him anywhere.Brandon stood beside me, watching him carefully.His fingers remained tightly wrapped around mine.“You really don’t remember me?” he asked.I shook my head slowly afterward.“Should I?”He smiled sadly at me afterward.“You used to call me Uncle Daniel.”Something inside my chest suddenly tightened.Uncle Daniel.The name felt familiar somehow.I closed my eyes briefly afterward.A memory appeared almost immediately afterward.I was younger, sitting beside him quietly.He was teaching me how to shuffle cards.Brandon was sitting across from us, laughing.I remembered that laugh more clearly afterward.Then everything disappeared again.I opened my eyes quickly afterward.“You knew Brandon too.”Daniel smiled slightly afterward.“I knew everyone.”Brandon immediately stepped forward afterward.“You knew Camer
Cameron’s POVThe night felt wrong the second we stepped outside.Not quiet.Not peaceful.Wrong.Like the air knew something we didn’t.Brandon’s hand was locked with mine, fingers tight, a little sweaty, but neither of us let go. The streetlights flickered above us and everything looked too yello
Brandon’s POVI didn’t mean to fall asleep on Cameron.It just… happened.One second we were sitting on his bed, still damp from the rain, arguing about whose turn it was to shower first, and the next second my head was on his chest and his hand was in my hair and everything felt stupidly warm and
Cameron’s POV“I’m not dressing up.”“You are literally dressing up right now.”“I am literally not.”“You changed your shirt twice, Cameron.”“That does not count. The first one had a stain and the second one made me look like a substitute math teacher.”Brandon was sitting cross-legged on my bed
Brandon’s POVI woke up before Cameron.Which literally never happens.He’s usually the annoying morning person who pretends he “doesn’t need sleep” like some overachieving robot.But today?He was dead asleep.Curled toward me.One arm thrown over my waist like he was subconsciously making sure I







