He gasped in surprise. “What…”
Garett had just reopened a wound he’d been trying to let heal—only to share with me a piece of his past, something he had never revealed to anyone, not even his closest friends.
I didn’t know why he chose to tell me now. Maybe he wanted me to understand why he hated Halloween so much, or maybe the weight of his emotions just became too much to carry alone.
But one thing was certain—it meant he trusted me, even though we had only known each other for a few weeks. And I wanted him to feel that I understood, that he wasn’t the only one carrying scars and shadows from the past—that he wasn’t alone. So, I decided to bare my own wounds to him.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself to dive into the dark past I’d been trying to forget.
“My parents own one of the
