The sky had darkened to a steel gray by the time Landon helped Ronnie up the creaking stairs of the town hall basement.
Her legs still wobbled beneath her, her breaths shallow, uneven. Her mind hadn’t stopped spinning since reading Lucy Peterson’s file. The air down there had been suffocating—choking her with ghosts, memories, and the name that never let her go.
William.
And now Kyle.
They weren’t just monsters cut from the same cloth. Kyle was William’s blood.
Landon pushed the double doors open and led her out into the crisp evening. The cold air hit her like a wave. Sharp and biting, but clean. She gasped and sucked it in, fingers trembling as she clutched the edges of her cardigan.
He guided her over to a nearby bench under an old oak tree. She collapsed onto it, elbows on her kn
