Right up until chaos chose to gatecrash the party. The same chaos that I had been running from. The reason why we had moved from Chicago to this town. The catalyst behind my madness. The chaos that would not let me sleep at night and haunted me the moment I opened my eyes at the start of each day.
I wasn’t in the cove with Brandon anymore. The kiss was a distant memory in the wake of this terrible waking nightmare. There I stood, vivid as ever, in the bright night of the full moon, next to a derelict shack that might have been a cozy cottage in another age. Right in front of me, a pace away, stood Brandon, looking at me with horror transfixed on his face. His mouth was leaking viscous blood. He was shivering as he stood helplessly, holding his arms against his chest. It was then that I no
