Jeffrey’s world had shrunk to the four walls of the pack house. The shadows stretched long in the broken room, remnants of his earlier rampage scattered around him. Furniture lay in ruins, walls cracked, and debris littered the floor. Despite the chaos around him, the real battle was inside his mind. He had lost track of time, of days. Everything was blurred into a thick haze of grief and confusion. And then, there was Hannah.
She hadn’t left his side since she returned.
At first, Jeffrey tried to push her away, his instincts telling him something was wrong. But every time he glanced at her, he saw him—Kenneth. It wasn’t always clear, more like fleeting glimpses, flickers of something familiar. Sometimes it was in her smile, or the way she tilted her head, or in the way her voice softene
