Way back to school, no one dared to speak. Even Mason himself couldn’t say a thing… While me? I am just listening to a song that my mom always played to me, every time there was a thunder, when I was small. ‘You’ll be safe here.’ It calms me down, it makes me feel safe, even after she died. This song saves me from everything I dared to do.
We left the lake feeling unsettled, troubled by the possibility of someone lurking nearby, poised to attack at any moment. Uncertainty clouded my thoughts, leaving me to ponder what fate awaited me. I found myself questioning why I had to bear such a striking resemblance to Marissa, and why, out of all the places my mother could have been born and raised, this town seemed to haunt our lives relentlessly. As I grappled with these thoughts, I couldn't sha
