~Maya~
The morning is peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos that's become my life. I watch as Keegan and Clay tease each other over breakfast, their easy banter adding to the illusion of normalcy. But as I sit there, enveloped by their companionship, the knock on the door shatters the tranquility.
"Expecting anyone?" I ask, my eyes darting toward Keegan, who appears equally surprised.
"No," he responds, rising from his seat. His face tightens with concern as he moves to answer the door. I trail behind, a sense of unease creeping up my spine.
As the door swings open, I find myself face-to-face with a ghost from my past. The face is unmistakable; the tall, lean figure, the sandy hair, and the scar that runs down his cheek, a brutal reminder of the horror this man has caused me.
"Elder
