EWAN’S POV
The panic hit me like a freight train the moment Mother locked that door.
My chest tightened. My lungs forgot how to work properly. The darkness pressed against me from all sides, thick and suffocating. I threw myself at the door, pounding my fists against the rough wood until my knuckles split and bled.
"Let me out!" I screamed. "Mother, please! Let me out!"
But her footsteps were already fading away. She was leaving me here. She was abandoning me in the darkness. Again.
I slid down the door until I was sitting on the cold ground, my back pressed against the wood. My breathing came in short, desperate gasps. The shed smelled like old tools and motor oil and something else. Something that reminded me of being seven or maybe it was eight or nine years old. What was clear as
