ElenaI couldn’t sleep.Even with Noah tucked in safely and the doors locked tight, my mind kept spinning. Kate—hovering near Jason’s building. Jason—paranoid, spiraling. Jessica—showing up out of nowhere like a ghost from a life I’d buried.Was this the beginning of another storm? Or had it never really passed?I stood by the window, arms wrapped around myself, watching the wind play with the branches outside. My thoughts were a mess of memories and warnings—Kate’s smug threats, Jason’s desperate voicemail, and Jessica’s haunted eyes.The thing about trauma is, it never truly leaves. It just changes shape.It becomes the silence between breaths, the twitch of doubt when everything seems too quiet. The ghosts don’t go away. They just wait. Lurking.And tonight, I felt them watching me.My phone buzzed on the table.Unknown Number.For a moment, I stared at it, heart hammering. I should’ve let it go. But instincts born from heartbreak and betra
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