SILVER’S POV
The walk back to the house was quiet.
But my thoughts weren’t. They were everywhere.
I kept seeing the fire. The jacket. The scream. The hand that grabbed mine.
That hand… it felt real.
Too real to be just a dream.
Who was in that car with me that day?
Was I even in that car?
Or was it just someone trying to mess with my head?
Did I survive something I wasn’t supposed to?
But how? I didn’t remember anything like that. And if it was a real memory, why had it been locked away?
Someone—or something—was opening up parts of me I didn’t even know were hidden.
But why?
I was told not to wander around alone for the time being—for security reasons.
I promised myself I wouldn’t go back to that place. I meant it.
But right now, I was sure I was about to break that promise.
