(Jane’s POV)
The words hit harder than the explosion.
The place I’d spent years trying to forget was now the compass point in this unraveling storm—my childhood home. The one place still thick with echoes: lullabies and screams, birthday candles, arguments between me and Julia behind locked doors… and her.
Of course she’d send me there. That’s where everything would converge: memory, pain, and the very beginning of this twisted game.
But why? Why now? Why was Nathan’s name underlined twice in her notebook? And why did Andrew’s k********g fit so perfectly into the pattern she’d left behind?
I didn’t have answers. Only instincts screaming that Nathan and Andrew weren’t just collateral damage. They were threads tied to a past my mother had tried desperately to bury—along with me.
Behind
