When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Gage’s POV As we move further into my mother’s family cabin, I watch Hali as she takes in every single part of the house. Her fingers run over the back of the couch lovingly before she walks into the kitchen, placing her bag on the kitchen table and heading straight to the door that leads out back and down to the lake. As I follow her, my gaze finds the spot on the floor that was not so long ago, covered in the blood of my stepsister. The image of my brother’s broken form, kneeling next to her lifeless body slams into me and I have to grab the back of the couch to steady myself. Even though the stain is gone, and Eden is OK, the memory is ingrained into my mind, forever haunting me with the what if’s. What if I hadn’t got there in time, what if the bullet was a few inches over, what if t