Ryan had spent six years trying to forget that night, but the moment that familiar scent reached him, every buried memory came rushing back at once. The burning house, the screams, the blood covering the snow, and those same cold eyes watching him from the darkness flashed through his mind so vividly that his chest tightened. His breathing became uneven as he stumbled backward, one hand pressing against his temple while he fought to push the memories away. Ryan, Betty called, reaching for his arm, but he instinctively pulled away, his body tensing. Don’t touch me. The sharpness in his voice made Betty freeze, her hand hovering in the air as she stared at him, concern replacing the confusion in her eyes.Who was that? she asked, lowering her hand slowly. Ryan kept staring into the forest, his heartbeat pounding against his ribs. I don’t know. Betty frowned because she knew he was lying. She had known him long enough to recognize when his silence meant something more than he was willing
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