Ghost In The Pack
He rolls his eyes dramatically at himself before disappearing back out the door.
A small laugh escapes me. The moment he’s gone, my smile fades. Almost instinctively, my hand reaches behind my head again. Nothing. No tenderness. No swelling. No pain. Just smooth skin beneath the bandage. Something is wrong. Or… Maybe something is finally right. Either way, I can’t let anyone find out until I understand what’s happening. For now, I need to act like yesterday’s injury is still exactly where everyone expects it to be.
I reach over and pull my laptop onto my lap before opening it. A few keystrokes later, my encrypted login screen appears. GhostLink. The familiar name stretches across the top of