Adrian’s warning didn’t leave my head that night.
It followed me upstairs.
It followed me into my room.
And it stayed there long after the house had gone quiet.
Some rumors exist for a reason.
I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the box of things recovered from the crash.
My father’s watch.
My mother’s bracelet.
A few damaged papers.
Pieces of a life that had ended in the rain.
Adrian’s voice kept replaying in my mind.
A warning.
Not advice.
Not curiosity.
A warning.
Which meant one thing.
He knew something.
And the fact that he refused to say it made the feeling in my chest worse.
I stood up.
There was only one way to deal with it.
I opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
The Walters house felt different at night.
Bigger.
Quieter.
The long hallway lights
