Chapter 25Tyler woke up in the midst of another nightmare. His body was covered in sweat, his head ached, and his limbs were locked in the twisted sheet. His only saving grace was Jarod wasn’t there to witness it. What was he going to do? This would never end. He’d always be running. Except now, maybe not. After what he’d done earlier, his family or the police might find him and lock him away.
Shivers racked his body. What was his choice? Leave. He knew he might have to. Knew once he talked to the police there stood a good chance he’d have to get out of town. Find a new place to hide. But now that he’d actually spoken to them, an crushing sense of loss took hold of him. His chest felt hollow, and his breathing was labored.
The idea of leaving his new life, leaving Jarod, caused the ache
